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By Jericho Short
The second poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class.
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A BOY AND GIRL AT SCHOOL IN 1961
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Clara Arvidsson
The simple, and yet so very complex, reunion of a love couple separated by the war.
Short Story | Updated Aug 2, 2014 | Reads: 75 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There are those days when the sky is grey and dreary, and you feel like giving up. This is just a sweet reminder of the inevitable sun.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A quarter of my thoughts when you left. Feedback is much appreciated, thanks for reading :)
Another rainy day
By Stella Dawn
This is a message which my best sister feels for her fifth ex boyfriend. I was on the bus and was listening to this music. I thought that the lyrics really suits the situation of my best friend and thought I should jot it down as a memory.
A poem I wrote one day when thinking about all the troubles of this world. Case in point when we have these moments, that's why we must reflect and move forward taking with us Truth and Balance.
A poem from my book "Cancer is My Name".
Written at one of my lowest moments. It was at this time, I understood why some people commit suicide as these thoughts crept into my mind.
The feeling of the sun so warmly on your skin, so warm on your face, you close your eyes yet things are more beautiful.
This rainy day was the first day of school. Jennifer saw Daniel running, all soaked by rain. Only trying to help out, how does he reply?
Jokes are meant to refresh a person just like when a person willingly gets soaked up in rain, there are several books written on rainy jokes which are viewed .....
Article | Updated Mar 6, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jennifer Brighton
P-1. The Argument: Just when my day seemed to get better, problems began with mom and dad.
A short Story by me.
A Vampire like Creature trying to survive in the lonely belly of the night
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...