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Random First Lines:Since the movie it is based on was a what if type of movie, I am assuming the alternate that the storm that propelled the ship and men into the... » Read
By Emmet Braun
I was back in New York City and accidentally got dosed with drugs at a rave party-the events after will probably shock you
A poem for anyone needing a little happiness in their life. Stay positive!
By Davinderjit Singh Grewal
Steps towards safeguard houses from the diasters -earthquake or so!!
~ INSANITY REWRITE ~ Love.Hate.Regrets. This is one of the many things that repeats in teenage girl Sincere Porter's life. Everyone and everything that she loves in her life is slowly dying, and she seeks out to find out why. She moves to Woodland Oaks, a small town in Maine filled with mystery...
By Becca Swan
I tried to feel safe and at peace, but no matter what I did, I couldn't.
Poetry | Updated Mar 14, 2015 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Annie West
A utopia, a safe haven, Eden. In a long forgotten island there lives a group of people. Many came upon the island by accident, some born there, others searching for the safe place. Are these truly the only people on the island, or is there more to the mystery?
It is a story of a bank lady officer, who became a victim for others mistake. In the cash department of the bank concerned staff must be very careful in dealing with the cash. In any organization, honest and dishonest people are working. If the dishonest staff cleverly plan to swindle the cash,...
we are threaten by the ghost and we got to know some one is going to die...but who? me or any of my friends?
A little poem about love
Poetry | Updated Aug 14, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Apparently in the Twenty-First Century women have become just an object for amusement for the male population; do we really want our daughters and grand-daughters to be treated this way?
Free Writing: Accepting the fact, love isn't for me. Not that I don't want love, it's just I've tried, it's never has worked. I don't usually give up on things, but I can't deal with being hurt.
Sara continually finds strange toys appearing in her son's crib, so after setting up a camera in his room, she discovers something terrifying.
Just a spur of the moment poem
Poetry | Updated Jun 21, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0