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Random First Lines:This past summer I vacationed to the beach, with my new love for daily journal entries, and from that week I comprised what I would consider the... » Read
When love was waiting...
Poetry | Updated Feb 7, 2015 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
my thoughts my dreams my wish is in your hands
This very short story is about a girl who is lead to believe she is worthless by the life she has lived. Everyone has hard times, but some people have it harder. The most depressed people are often neglected, or just simply misunderstood.
Short Story | Updated Feb 6, 2015 | Reads: 63 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A very personal piece I wrote about my life and where it might be headed.
i was accused off cheating on a exsam. i didn't intent to do it and i don't believe i did. but they say they have prof and this was how i reacted to it.
By C S Windeatt
This is a short story about a young boy who is neglected by his warring parents who barely notice their son at all, let alone see that he is quite sick.
Short Story | Updated Feb 3, 2015 | Reads: 57 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short poem about falling on hard times.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A short piece I wrote to try to evoke the feeling of despair. Its not a story, its more a Gothic play with words.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 2, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I look into my own my mind, to discover who I truly am.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Christopher Strnad
A story of a boy with a dream.
Short Story | Updated Feb 1, 2015 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A little insight into my own Depression and now I dealt with it proving that things always get better, with time and endurance.
By Frankie Frost
A stormy Valentine with a glass of red wine.
A young boy finds a friend.
Short Story | Updated Feb 1, 2015 | Reads: 50 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
"You were red. You liked me because I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn't for you." Nash Grace and Victor Addams live in two different worlds separated by a fine line. Victor is a successful man, owning the largest photography industry,...
By Anna Lee
This is a freestyle poem I wrote when my brother committed suicide. I have never and will ever edit any of the words or flow. This came straight from my heart when it shattered into a million little pieces and I thought I'd never smile again.
Poetry | Updated Jan 31, 2015 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0