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Random First Lines:A pome writen by me and its the way that I feel and think. As A homeless person and someone that lost everything. » Read
fictional recounting of a childhood experience.
Short Story | Updated Apr 11, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Chase me to china Jupiter return/
12 years since my last domicile
all the while I Am
Blended tempered Embers warm and blazing like Last Thursdays
fire place- remembered and ending Full Moons and saints rendered and sent
thrusted through the Gluttony of self as Chiron unearthed from a shelf...
A stand in the Vapor Mist trail
deaf ears to Criers wail.
Jackstand Alone amidst the crowbar Junkyard
leaning hard on a windless day.
Kid at the Corner store no Change No Chore
Super Clean Heat no Glory for evermore.
No pantolones only remembered stories
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
Alec lives with his mother and sister Bella due to his mothers job they move around alot, he thought it would be like every other time but when he meets a blue eyed boy his life is changed forever.
By Eileen Mcguinness
Joan of Arc is an all time heroine of mine and so i have decided to celebrate her life in this short poem.Throughout her brief life she fought battles against the enemy from outside and within her country.A visionary with a heart of solid gold she bravely gathered her armies in an attempt to...
Summary: The Sahera heroes finish their fight with the summoner, thanks to Alli. A flashback of Callisto and Alli pushes Callisto to ask Alli an important question.
Hope you enjoy/enjoyed the chapter. :)
Chapter 2: Isolated...
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
By Quirky Cait
this is about me wanting to be remembered for helping the world.
Poetry | Updated Jul 8, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By My Overactive Imagination
Leave me an orange box!!
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
Random thoughts I felt needed to be written
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 28, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated Oct 26, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
just a couple of random lines
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2010 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5