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Random First Lines:Once upon a time, there was a farmer. One day, he found a treasure from a field...
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When you're constantly objected to ridicule because of one person, you'll eventually snap. And that's what happpened with Charley and Eli, the objects of humiliation. Eli decided that enough was enough, that's how she came to the conclusion that they needed to deal with Dylan.
The agony of whitnessing the sudden death of the one you love the most.
Poetry | Updated Nov 6, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
the title explains it all
what i want to think the world is
Poetry | Updated Sep 2, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I wrote this as coursework for English Language, I dropped that subject therefore this work was never submitted. This is a 100% true and is the story of how I met my boy. It has been written in the style as if it is the chapter in a novel rather than a story itself. I hope you enjoy it and...
The 4th part of the history of Richard Channing
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
By Gideon Elrod
This poem is an excerpt from my dark comedy/musical, Collage.
Eh, it's a work in progress. One I would really, REALLY, love to finish sometime in the near future. It's definitely one of my favorite projects, to be sure.
The story is told from the perspective of Mr. Bertram Willard Schitt, or
How would a man deal or cope with finding his woman had been with or was in love with a woman?
By Bangkok Dan
Former astronaut Donn Eisele had to decide if I was fit to remain a Peace Corps volunteer.
Mendacity, deception, lies. When the world is nothing like it seems. When you're the only one who doesn't know that.
By Aria Aiedail
Just my first poem of this new era in my life =P
Life is like a box of chocolates...
The Unraveling Secrets story is a story my friend and I are writing. But this specific one is a short story about (duh!) the character's graduation...but their are some complications
Short Story | Updated Jun 14, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
My Pat is disappearing in me because of the torture
My Beloved always did disappear, even though I hold me in the cold air conditioning of the mental hospitals, institutions and frigid jails and pray inside my unresponsive skin.
Believing somewhere I will walk and hold my Beloved,
I will find...