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By Jack Dikian
The development of the SQL+sh as an interactive front-end to Unifyâ€™s Structured Query Language (SQL).
STEP INTO THE LIGHT OF THE HANDS OF CHRIST AND NEVER DIS OWN HIM FOR NOTHING OR NO ONE ALWAYS KNOW THAT THE DEVIL IS ALWAYS OUT TO SEEK WEAKER SOULS SO MAKE A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP WITH CHRIST EVEN IF YOU FALL AGAIN AND AGIN ALWAYS GET BACK UP AND KNOW WHO YOUR FATHER IS.... IN THIS SHORT STORY...
By K L Copley
A song about myself from a prospective that everybody who reads this has seen in themselves. Sometimes I feel empty and I guess everybody does but some people can't see the good in the world and in themselves but I hope everybody here has their own guide. <3
By Franny Kiles
This is a humorous sonnet. Hope you enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Jun 8, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Derived from the poem, Maggie and Milly and Molly and May, a trip behide that day, described in detail, in the eyes of Maggie. The day at teh beach is an enjoyment for all three sisters and their dog. they each have a unique personality and all enjoy their day at the sea. However, Maggie finds...
All I had to go on was a tortiose and an angel. Lettuce pray it all turns out for the best
Poetry | Updated Feb 6, 2013 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 8
I wrote this mainly because I got told I had to do a poem on bullying for homework...I guess you could relate it cause social alienation is bullying.
Note: Please no harsh comments
I live in my own personal hell
Because itâ€™s within my mind that you dwell
By Husty The Faithful
A boy who didn't receive information.
the tragic tale of a man in trapped in the depths of madness
By Ayla Daniels
For M. I would argue that nothing is the worst feeling there is. (I decided to remove two of the pictures as I felt it made the poem a bit too disconnected.. Instead I put lines to represent the passing of time between verses, so let me know what you like better :)
By Ayla Daniels
Why happiness doesn't exsist.
A monster inside,
I must hide.
It's for survival.
Why do we do what we know we shouldn't. A tangled web we weave, of wires.
Short Story | Updated Jun 18, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0