Publish. Read. Get Read.
Random First Lines:The purpose of this research paper is to demonstrate analysis of the modernization processes of Afghanistan under the ruling of Amanullah Khan and... » Read
I am from a military based family, and I found a poem I had written a while ago about a traveling soldier's beloved wife. I understand how hard it is to miss that special someone, mainly as he or she fights for our freedom. I just want to give a big thank you to all of those putting their lives...
its not done
Short Story | Updated Mar 25, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Laywick, a Rogue Angel from Haven has spent his many years as a pruifer on earth and now comes into contact with a human like never before. Trapped in a safehouse with a demon that he had been hunting for many years now, Laywick faces ultimate fears and decisions that will decide his eternal fate.
Young people are always concerned about themselves, always self-conscious...
Well, you are what you say you are.
By Colton Cotton
May I rest in peace...since I made you live in pain
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How people's views effect others/ how others see peoples view
By Basil Grayce
A girl contemplating suicide during the night.
I wrote this because i am struggling to deal with the loss of my fiance and baby. Every night becomes a struggle as the first anniversary approaches. I wonder...
The evil conquered me
Essay | Updated Mar 24, 2014 | Reads: 84 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is about a girl who lost everything; her home, her family, her whole world. A survivor of a deadly crash and a girl who just wants one thing in this awful world; To become an angel and shine bright like a star.
A Series Of Disappointments...
By Dark Spells Of Depression...
__Quote By Anonymous
Poetry | Updated Mar 23, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Grace Jackson went through the terror of being a rape victim. She feels worthless and unloved because of this and can't seem to pick herself up off the ground. After this encounter with a boy, she slowly begins to trust again.
this poam i wrote because my great grandma died. she lived till she was 92. i miss her because she was my mom. she was my mom when my real mom wasnt around. she gave me advice, took me shopping. treated me like a diughter, and acted like the mother ill never have. when she died my world died...
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Did you know?
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By The Magic Of Ink
The last thoughts of a young girl who was ruined by the world.
Short Story | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2