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Random First Lines:My first kiss.
Did this for philosophy class.It's about all the worthy writing I've managed in the past month.It's relatively accurate, except for a few small details. I tried to hit it on the head the best I could.
By Macaroni Mario
Does she love me? Am I just chasing my tail? She tells me she's got issues but, is that just her way of letting me down gently to the fact she thinks I'm a dork? Or, does she love me and doesn't want to get hurt again?
Essay | Updated Feb 4, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Jack Levi
Poetry on the Grace of God extended to all, a gift of faith freely given by Jesus Christ who died for the sins of the whole world.
The resilience of a parent's love...
By Micah Evaine
You. Me. Lunch. Forever in hell.
By Ted Gerard
What would you do to save the world?
By Love At All Sight
This novel is about a man who did everything for his family and his nation. A soldier who loved his family and risked his life everyday.
About the struggles we have within ourselves and our sacrifice to seemingly no avail.
Life and sacrifice, send bitcoins to
Short Story | Updated Dec 2, 2013 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The Introduction to a Speech I wrote in September.
Article | Updated Nov 20, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
What did the Lord do when He fell? What drove Him up Calvary? What drives you up your hills today?
A poem I wrote for remembrance day. It was used in my drama 30 video for our ceromony if you would like to watch the video here is the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVlUMl2HMuA
By Kelsy Mouser
This is my story sacrifce but its from a different perspective. Please read the original FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Short Story | Updated Nov 17, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Scars. They are the only things that show my pain. No one knows my life outside of my friends; my one and only support. After I met them, they changed my life, showing me the better side of life; showing me the better side of mine. But... that was then. Now, most of them are gone, just as most...
By Kelsy Mouser
Short story about the sacrifice of a young soldier named Ember.
Short Story | Updated Nov 14, 2013 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0