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Constantly being used as only eye-candy and reusable sex for her jobs is starting to wear down Charla Jennings. She's a single mother trying to provide the only financial support she has. And she's not even twenty-four. Charla's starting to live day in and day out, finding it hard to go on. That...
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Dustin and Gianna have always dreamed of having a baby and starting a family of their own. What happens when disaster comes knocking at their door...
This is for a contest.
Side-note: This story will switch characters constantly. It will never stay with the same character for over 1-2 chapters. Yes, I do plan on continuing the same character occasionally. But like I said, it'll change characters constantly and maybe in the end they'll meet? I don't know yet. But I...
By Write For My Oasis
So, I'm not some sort of emo-goth chick.Ok? This was written during a very dark time in my life. If you can't relate, don't hate. Just. try to understand.
Poetry | Updated Jan 18, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 7
By Jack Grayson
A mother has a premonition of her son dying in battle. She must decide how much she is willing to lose to save him.
Scene one of something I have been working on for a long time. Scene two will hopefully come soon.
By Amanda Voris
The pain of saying goodbye in a hospital room.
Poetry | Updated Jan 10, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Poem about a blizzard
By Ted Gerard
What would you do to save the world?
elizabethrose provided a contest. She gave suggestions as what to write about. These are some personal thoughts I have while killing time.
When I was in a mental hospital, my eyes were opened.
By Little Blue Bird
A poem of gaining strength.
By Andrew F Lewis
A short commonplace about the true meaning of beauty and how that changes ugliness.
Some killers just can't stop.
Being sick really sucksMy throat is sore
my nose is red
sleeping in bed
is such a bore
My nose is stuffed
and my nose feels tough
from blowing like a trumpet
into a Kleenex which is blue hue (no really it's blue)
My throat itches
and my throat burns
tea and honey goes inside my...
Poetry | Updated Nov 10, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6