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Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
My name is victor, of the Hades family.
I've been kidnapped.
So yes, I took control of all of the worlds most intelligent minds computers and forced them to listen to my story.
Maybe blackmail them slightly to get them to co-operate.
Here's my story in writing.
By Micki Jennings
Seeing things means more than feeling them. Faith is a hard thing to hold onto, sometimes you just need it to be shown to you.
Poetry | Updated Jan 21, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Dlcannon Reprise
taken from my book, "Pardon Me For Explaining"
about a girl who is consider cold, and a boy telling his view of her.
It's just a nightmare.
By Haters Are Not Welcome To Chat With Me
i am jealous of you Kakashi show off....
Article | Updated Jan 15, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
About High School
About some dork in my class
Well, im not sure where i was planning on going with this when i started...
sometimes stories just come to you.
of the people who have read it, most of them are convinced of the deeper meaning, so go ahead and try to find some.
Eleanor Holstarlor is an opera singer/primary school teacher recently out of college. Her life is fairly normal; chatty friends, loving boyfriendand the typically annoying family. The only glitch being her boyfriend, Terry, is a member of one of the most notorious criminal gangs in the world....
By the time Aria Vena hit the age of 15, she instantaneously stopped writing due to her self loathing and frequent "Mild depression" as she calls it.Two years later after attempts to tame the inevitable, she is countlessly presented with blank sheets of paper and juicy gel pens.
One quite night...
Angel Teroff has been sent to a summer camp by her mother, who thought hanging around the house and being with friends wasnâ€™t healthy.
A mix-up with the papers ends in Angel getting put with a cabin full of 16-year-old single boys, who are all unfairly good-looking. Although, it...
By Taylor Gibson
Laying here in the dark room, the only light i see is the street light. bleeding from the cuts on my scared wrist. Bleeding all the pain away, crying not of pain but of joy, showing everyone that you have done this to me. my blood stained carpet shows how much i hate this world. Well i have die...
a little bit about me as a child
Poetry | Updated Oct 11, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0