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The Grief, and the Pride of Parents whose first born son died in defense of America.
Poetry | Updated Jul 24, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
By Chase Keller
After watching 3rd grade students react to their DIBELS scores, which were posted in the classroom, I felt compelled to write this from a child's perspective. The probe is an indicator of a child's fluency rate and each student's score was marked on a chart for the whole class to see. If they...
By Terry Collett
A love until death.
Poetry | Updated Jul 24, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 12
This poem was written for a contest where the lines are supplied and you need to incorporate them into your poem.
Yesterday?s gone like a cloud of dreams
Though I know not where it went-
Leaving bitter sweet memories
Of hope and laughter spent;
A rhythm of passion and cruel loss
This is a poem I wrote for a friend. She wrote a fan fiction story called Leather Bound and I wrote a poem which applies to that story. The first paragraph is from the Dominant's point of view and the second is from the Submissive's point of view.
Poetry | Updated Jul 24, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A dedication to those who have commented and inspired me in one way or more.
By Winter Gleam
Emily Penelope is a teenage girl who lives on the outskirts of a small village in the beautiful land of Agradur. Living with her aunt, she lives a hard life of loss while she struggles to get by. Many strange things begin to happen on the eve of her Becoming of Age celebration. Her village is...
The results of writing after some Tennessee whiskey...a poem about overcoming the fear of fear itself, basically.
Poetry | Updated Jul 23, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Mae Lynne , a shy student in middle school has a hard time trying to woo a boy who barely sees her as a friend . When a stranger hands her a C.D , her alter ego becomes reality whenever she listens to it , and whilst Mae is asleep , her alter ego ...
I rather be know for my writings than by name.
By Anaya Roma
This is not a sequel, but you will understand the ending better if you have previously read The Centauress. This story is about the freedom to love.
Stranger well acquainted: Walking past someone you once loved or still love only to be reminded of the memories and pain.
Poetry | Updated Jul 23, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 11