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If you enjoyed the unlikely romance of "A View from the Roof" and the enduring love of "The Reality of Fairytales", here's the third and final novel of the trilogy. It follows the lives of Jason and Rahab, as well as Nathaniel and Carly. And, more importantly, it reveals the budding attraction...
Such a day dreamer
Poetry | Updated Sep 20, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Sometimes life doesn't turn out like it should...
Melanie Woods must deal with her past scorched by unbearable pain, while trying to a start a new life living with her only other relative, her aunt in Seattle, marked by drug addiction, and reckless behavior. But hope comes in form of a the new boy at school...
By S1l3nt L1ght
A paper I wrote in philosophy class.
Essay | Updated Sep 13, 2009 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Not a poem, but a fragment - a lengthy vignette, if you will.
Hello everyone! I'm a philosophy undergraduate from Maine and I wrote this essay for my 300 level university Ecology and Spirituality class (first real paper I've written)... I was trying to complete and articulate part of my world view. Please let me know what you think... have you any logical...
Colours are every where you look, have you ever stopped and thought?
A true story. Some lives are put threw the strainer. This characters life, is put threw much more. She has to deal with a life, burdened with sorrow.
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 19
By G Squared
It's a piece about good and evil
Poetry | Updated Aug 29, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A single mum.
A hot-shot lawyer.
Is there a chance for their happily-ever-after?
note: for those who read "A View from the Roof", you'll notice some familiar characters :)
By justbeformlessly. Beautiful!
Essay | Updated Aug 25, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
a little cryptic but the meaning is easy enough to discern.
Poetry | Updated Aug 23, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
For emmiabrook2545's contest : D
The short story goes with the song, Fireflies by Owl City.
The trauma suddenly broke for just a moment, and I couldn't think. I raised my voice to the fear, raised it to him. The one who raised me from birth, who loved, cared, and even hurt me. I raised my voice to him...My father...
Poetry | Updated Aug 20, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0