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Ryan pursues Tristonâ€™s old High School friend but must deal with an old High School nemesis of his, Jacob has a dream about Ethan dying and fears becoming like his father and Mayor Sarandon is forced to resign as Mayor
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By Peter Hunter
... losing the will...
Short Story | Updated May 19, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bill Rayburn
A fuctional account of what Coach D'Anotni might have said when he resigned from the NY Knicks.
By Graham Andrews
A gobshite inpired me to write this.
Poetry | Updated Oct 11, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A description about an ageless, androgynous being. A god, yet not a god; a personification of the unpersonificational. This has not been edited; I am one hundred percent sure there are improvements to be made, so please do not be shy about posting suggestions. In fact, I encourage them!
This poem talks about the stereotypical fear of being rejected and the sad resignation and regret of not telling someone how you feel. You become obsessed with the reasons why you can't tell them and therefore become obsessed with the person as well.
By Stormy Aura Llewellyn
Exactly as the title dictates, this is a memo I wrote to myself about my inner musings. I felt I should share it with those who read my stuff, especially since some of you need to hear it...
This is a poem about someone who's life is at an ebb waiting for a flow with no choice but to wait
Poem in prose; on beauty, love and solitude.
By Professor Iconoclast
A new spin on an old prayer.
When he leaves you.
I wrote this with my spelling words for QUEST (also known as gifted and talented) the word were blithe, lackluster, rescind, abstruse, tenacious, resignation, and accolade.
I wrote this poem a year or so ago. My father was dying at the time, and I was looking for any escape. Relationships that brought me pain were an escape, and pain that wasn't related to my father was welcome.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4