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This book, SUCCESS MENTALITY contains lots of motivational words of success that can build your mental faculty to see success very... » Read
Life ever so fleeting
Years ago, I spent a summer landscaping and one days there was a storm brewing. I adore rain clouds and lightning more than most things in life. As soon as the sun came up and I saw the dark clouds far in the horizon, I was convinced it was going to rain today, and I tried to burst the clouds...
Short Story | Updated Dec 20, 2013 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is a poem about my inner turmoil the endless voices in my head
A young girl continues to find help for her mother and she meets paul
Short Story | Updated Dec 17, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This work was based upon an interview and my own knowledge of tornados. It's late so I figured, eh why not write it. I've been through three myself that I remember and helped with the clean up for the Joplin tornado over two years ago. This town has come a long way.
By Juli Monat
Our world is up-side-down.
By Stella Dawn
"Can you repeat that? I missed it because of the splattering of the rain." I raised my voice as he tries again to out-win the sound of the heavy rain now. "I can't walk you home after today." He said. "Why?" I questioned.
Inspired by Jay Chou's Rainbow:
Short Story | Updated Nov 30, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bev Smart
This is a poem. Be warned, it is long. I tried to delve into the corners of the mind, and this deals heavily with psychological material.
In desert places like Arizona, Texas, and California, there's a plant called creosote. When it rains(or when the leaves are crushed) the plant emits a very sweet smell into the air. Due to the normally dry atmosphere, and this shrub, rain down here is different. It's more celebrated. This is...
Short Story | Updated Nov 22, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A story of a girl with a troubled past. Let the voices in her head represent whatever your demons are.
I'd always been afraid of storms, that's just how it was. But then one day, I got stuck in a friends house - a friend who didn't know about this weakness. I was determined for it to stay that way.
Short Story | Updated Nov 16, 2013 | Reads: 194 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Luna Hades
If no one misses you when you are alive, what makes you think they'll start missing you when you are dead?
A short story about a man who fights the layers of hatred his daughter has for him ever since her mother died a tragic and unknowing death. It is told by a girl who found refuge in the...
A simple Haiku with deep meaning.
A very brief glimpse into a woman's life. Short story-poem hybrid.
Poetry | Updated Nov 6, 2013 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Georgina V Solly
Villagers believe there are wolves nearby.
Short Story | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2