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HATING SATURDAYS. FATHER TO SON.
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
This is the story of a town called Cathowel.
A young faint girl, accursed with magic and a growing sickness of self operative experiments on the living, is found guilty for all of her treacherous crimes. She is unknown to the world at first. Nothing but an anonymous child, lurking around streets with the hunger of the learning to...
Novel | Updated Jan 20, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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.
I'm not the best poet but... here's one I wrote a few years ago.
Chapter 1 of my book, I went through it numerous times so I hope they aren't many errors. As the first few chapters were already written, I would be able to upload large chunks directly, after, the uploads would be around a few pages a week. Enjoy the Read and thank you.
By Harold Davies
An elderly man is fulfilling an old dream of parachuting. But is it more to it than that?
The Day that started it all.
taken from my book, "Taking Our Sweet Little Time"
The terrible truth of a flower grown under concrete.
Sometimes we pass through life without a glance. Those around us fade to memories quicker then a blink of an eye. What happens, though, when they are gone? What happens to the mothers, the lovers, the teachers, the best friends? Even a stranger can be touched in one trivial moment to change a...
It was in this moment when she could feel her families fury and anger towards Benjamin, that she realized something. They are all blind. So blind with judgement and hate that they can't see Benjamin is more than a skin color. But she could see, she couldn't see at all yet she could see more...
Some killers just can't stop.