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The events in this short story have NEVER happened in real life. Please read it from begining to the end and I'll hope that you can't relate to it.
By Sergeant Walker
In the winter of 1965, Canadians with the intent of volunteering started crossing the border into the United States, and it has been estimated that in the region of 23000 men, and women, had crossed the border for that reason by 1975. Not all who applied were accepted, but those...
What if there was another place like this one? another earth? another you? where you existed? where you could change the mistakes? where you could fix the wrong steps? would you take the chance? what if...
My contest entry into YankeesFan68's competition. Hope everyone likes it! (Sorry if it's a little dark...)
About what I realised during one of my long walks through the nature at the end of the summer 2013.
Poetry | Updated Jan 9, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Rajendra Roul
The society filled with plenteous odd as well as obsolete dogmas blames girls as unnecessary stuffs for they are incapable to bring emancipation for his father. Only sons, what the religion states, can do that easily. But for the protagonist his girl-child is not less than a gift to him from God...
The Missouri River is a lazy river flows slowly through Sioux City, Iowa bisecting into South Sioux City into Nebraska and Sioux City in Iowa. Big Sioux River seperates Sioux City into North Sioux City in South Dakota. Sioux City is a Tri-State and Three River City, A unique city for its name...
Very short story about a walk by a river
Short Story | Updated Nov 25, 2013 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A final journey
Poetry | Updated Nov 5, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Keisha Gamman
a poem about a familiar old love . . .
The morbid beauty that we meet at the end of the very end- Death
It's that time of year again, when eliminating unwanted baggage or trash ( your choice)...we have ALL the options available to you..start your " New Year " with a clean slate....
Just a short poem I wrote about peer pressure.
I saw his eyes. I saw deep emerald green around large pitch black pupils. Long, thick black eye lashes. The eyes blinked and though it seemed to take forever, it was only a matter of seconds later when they were moving and then... He was standing in front of me.
By Liam Strong
This poem is based off Ecclesiastes 1:7. And now, though I know I wrote the shadows as the Ten Thousand Travesties, and only three occur, do not be annoyed by me or the poem, because, as we are strong in God, the devil stands no ground against us. That's what I meant it to be like, but I'm not...