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Freedom is a poem based on the restraints placed upon us in society nowadays. Our thoughts are often "monitored" or altered, and our words are restrained even though we believe in "freedom of speech".
By Mr Watson
A little bit more horror, not too dark I hope.
Poetry | Updated Jun 4, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
Arabella stared a rebellion on accident and became their leader, when see save her bf from death. But she is also the adopted daughter of most their most hated enemy. She has to becarefull full that nether side finds out.
A short poem about the beauty of my favourite place in the world.
Cover art by my sister Rachel
Shay Atticus Bradchett (14) is the son of Arch Duke Bradchett of Lawsten. After a Startling announcement Shay runs away from his Liverpool Villa only to be found by illegal Spanish smugglers. He is now stuck, kidnapped on a sinking ship and there is something...
a short rendition about the time when one feels one has finally found his/her true calling.
Poetry | Updated Aug 7, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
This book revolves around a 15-year- old girl who becames permanetly entangled in majik... something she thought never existed.... here is an exerpt...-- I woke upâ€¦ sweating. This dream I just had keeps recurring. The queen, the shadows, and the...
Mneh... something random I wrote at school this week cuz I was bored...
Basically, she gets captured.
Short Story | Updated Apr 16, 2011 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
For my love not too long ago :)
These times the world as such is once more endangered by beliefs and ideologies
Poetry | Updated Sep 29, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Guilt...isn't that something we all feel sometimes? Even just a little?
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
No more shackles :) NO ITS NOT A JAIL SHACKLE :)
Short Story | Updated Mar 8, 2010 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Evie Sang
One day I was going through a photo album, of my mother's college trip to the Bone Catacombs in France. It made me wonder, what sort of spirits haunted that boney labyrinth? How long had they been there? How long will they be there?
A piece about life and death
Poetry | Updated Nov 22, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
sometimes i sit back and reflect on where i've been and perhaps where i'm going as a child i had plenty of time to think as my bedroom was almost like a prison where there was no escape except for that room within,i hope any potential readers arn't put off by what i write about,i'm not morbid...
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0