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I never cared too much for the need of a companion. I Never fell to the hope that one day I would find one. Besides in all of, 434 years of my existences I yet to find one.
All that changes when Alexander Leopold meets 23-year-old Melody Rivers, after hearing her voice from inside a cafÃ©...
"She could tell heâ€™d been on the road for a long time just by looking at his shoes. Moulding themselves up around his ankles as if they were a part of him, the heavy, earth-coloured hiking boots were disfigured with scars and white blemishes. This place must be paradise compared to...
A humorous farce (poem) about running out of gas. Doesn't make any sense, but it should be fun for you to read.
By Venour Clarke
An old man on a bus in Bangkok sits and thinks.
Short Story | Updated Oct 26, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Enter Janet Adams- cool, smart, friendly, loving, affectionate and everything a guy would want... and she hates bikes!
Enter Reyaansh Archer A.K.A. Rey- trouble in living form, cocky, complete badass, loves to flirt, mischievous, annoying...but at the same time smart. Did I mention he loves...
By Tima Carr
She looked me up and down and scanned every inch of my body before finally looking me in the eyes. It felt as if she had stripped me of my dignity as she snapped, â€œWatch where you walk! Are you blind? Donâ€™t your feet know how to stop before they trample over every god damned thing...
Short Story | Updated Oct 8, 2013 | Reads: 173 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Nelson Jack
This is a sweet experince I had with a lady when I am travelling. Infact its a memorable moment in my life.
Short Story | Updated Sep 17, 2013 | Reads: 78 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A poem I wrote when I was in eighth grade. Hope you enjoy!
By R A B Bradbury
A trip to the Dentist, with dentophobia. Written for Rebecca1994's Phobia contest.
I tried writing a short story again lol there more to this madness. I wanted to call it new mexico city. much much more to the madness
Paper Bombardier few fears enrapture more than horizontal Ink splatter rounds at the Bar From a Gold Bullion Gunpowder Pen charged where the Signet ring reads The God Literati.Full Metal Jacket For Good Bad and Ugly,Bumping Ax along the Grain for a tree Stump for days- Quantifying Ways to...
LyraHydraComa is Soma in December a song to Remember
Vested Armor to Shield the Pain of Disaray.
Musical Fusion Paradox Orthodox or South Paw Muse with a Fuse
Adding to the Lexicon Weaving Stitching Penmanship Predaliction.
Aiding Subjects with Subjects Subjecting Mythos
By Mme Kaylee
Here is a short poem on life.
The train which is filled with sadness
Poetry | Updated May 4, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0