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Its the first chapter with more to come. A twist of fate as these two very different lives colide read about Henry and Sebastian's first meeting here and now.
Massey Vela is heading home and she notices that someone's following her. But when she looks back, it isn't what she thinks it was.
Short Story | Updated Sep 6, 2014 | Reads: 55 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
This is a poem about me.
By Helen Eleanor
This is the story of all of us esp. me...Standing on earth the day of the Lords return. I think I am saved...but in all reality, am I?
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Fate is not good to everyone..... and your pleas are not always listen...
This poem, I don't care how many views, likes or dislikes it gets. This poem is how I feel about my dad, who I only saw twice in my life until he died when I was 5-6 years old. I really wish for him to be by my side but that wish won't come true. If you don't like this poem please try your best...
They all died. The Superhumans died. The Demonics won.
....At least that's what everyone thought. The Superhumans wake up in a motel room and remember the events from the previous night. Some details are left out. Master Kurt fills them in on what he can. He reveals that he has given up their...
A list of ten potential superstars or divas that I believe will return in 2014 at some point.
By The Coyote
After the fall of the empire. A man who was forced into combat with the Imperial Armed Forces decides to return home.
Donovan,has been chosen to survive the ''Human Apocalypse'' and has been invited to a secret camp owned by the C.I.A in Nevada Texas along with other Refugees. Donovan discovers secret file's from the camp that mention ways to survive this apocalypse but they are not...
The rumour mill in the WWE has been high as of late, with many names supposedly offering a glimmer of hope to the fans about returning to the WWE.
This is dedicated to my dead uncle, Norman, who died at the age of thirty five.
By Wild Immagination
we realize after we lost them...some are too late...some returns back...please return to me...