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Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
Children must fight to death to survive. 30 children only one group can survive. seen through different eyes
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
Arabella stared a rebellion on accident and became their leader, when see save her best friend from death. But she is also the adopted daughter of most their most hated enemy. She has to be cautious so that nether side finds out.
Alec lives with his mother and sister Bella due to his mothers job they move around alot, he thought it would be like every other time but when he meets a blue eyed boy his life is changed forever.
Jasper is your normal high school boy other than the fact He's a (GIRL!!)to reconnect with her childhood friend Xavier she has to become a boy named Jasper Knight, and if she is found out she can not longer live in that town and must go back home. The story follow these two odd balls a girl...
this is a fantasy story ,it teaches one to believe in it
By Armen Melikian
At turns heartbreaking and diabolically funny, Journey to Virginland is an avant-garde tour de force, delivered by a master storyteller.
The protagonist, a loutish and uber-cerebral antihero known simply as Dog, takes on the challenge to navigate the perilous paradigm shifts of our age,...
UR FRIENDS SAID UR A WHORE
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Rylee ReneeLynn McAller was the girl you loved to hate. Flawless skin, long, thick dark brown, almost black hair, anperfect body and personality. She had straight A's and a job. She was 17, yet partyed like she was 21. What could you excpect from a gurl whoes mother couldnt care weather she was...
Other people may say a lot, but this doesn't make it true.
For the love of my life
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
By Aleisha Cree
Leanerd, my friend wrote this, its about his day in kindergarden (he's eighteen)
Sucide is not for popular girls, or anyone.