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Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This story, about a man in the back seat, is a legend been told in many different stories/films. E.g. the 1998 film Urban Legend.
So here is my version told as a poem.
A girl in a world full of horrors. The life of a teenage girl? No.. More complex.. A life of a teenager she goes through these troubles.. Monsters.. Witches.. It all seems like a fairy tail now doesn't it? But i can Garentee its not.. Sh.. You will learn more once you read.
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A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
In the future, the govt doesn't have enough soldiers for the army so they conduct an experiment using kids as soldiers. The experiment worked. Kat's dad was part of the experiment and her bigger brother joins the army as well. So when her brother dies in war, she gets drafted into the army. Her...
Should fat passengers pay more?
Social-seating in aircrafts using profiles from social networking sites
A young girl goes to a basketball game with her friends and gets the attention she has been waiting for.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 3, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
The largest poem on Booksie EVER!!!!
6, 814 WORDS!
MORE THAN 1000 LINES!
SET YOUR MADNESS FREE, THE SHOW IS ON!
Mrs. Santa installs a special seat belt on Santa's sleigh.
Short Story | Updated Dec 4, 2011 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
The twenty-fifth of July becomes a very special date. A woman sits by her desk, no longer bothering to count the hours. The radio plays in the background, softly spinning old classics. She awaits a phone call that will adorn her gravestone.