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Random First Lines: Its the introduction of my book.......
By Isabella Wulf
Something, that I am proud to say, I wrote my Sophomore year in High School. Hope you like it :)
Short Story | Updated Dec 1, 2008 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
time has come to walk away
The story of a group of rogues
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dark Skylight
just a poem
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Daisy Demented
feeling pretty depressed atm, im not on my meds i no its sill but i dnt wanna be all spaced out, my stories come out better wen im not, any way, my real dad tried 2 contact me n i blew him off but now i regret it and i have no means of contacting him, sigh.
Music: Halfway There-Rise...
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Why do I have to have a lable...can't I just be myself?
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is a true story. I changed the names around a bit, just for security reasons, but it's all true.
It happened to me in 3rd grade. A new girl came to our class. Her name was Grace. And she wasn't normal.
The Chocolate cake is waiting for the party to take place...
Love should never be said with out meaning it
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This poor little girl was some one I knew and wasn't me
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
By Me Against The World
Another odd poem, I have no idea where my brain is going. My work is lacking talent, like the last three peices of poetry I've wrote sucked.
I want to be able to write something important again.
FRUSTRATION!!!!! *pulls out hair* Shit now i got no hair. XD
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
By Carina Lea
A short story of a man who reunites his sad-ridden and lonely father with his long lost son.
Short Story | Updated Nov 25, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Ichi Clairvoyance
The title is the nickname of whom the poem is dedicated to.
By Lindsy Clapp
A marriage gone sour, a woman crying, people gazing at her like she was some sort of freak show, but she doesn't care.
Poetry | Updated Nov 25, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Getting away from the first strike of abuse