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A myth about the origin of envy
Throughout my entire life, I have been made fun of because of the way I talk. I rarely use slang and I enunciate...always (even when drunk and/or cussing you out). When I was a child, I was told I talk like a white girl. I never understood what that meant. I still don't. Are black girls supposed...
A pitch black forest
Surround by cages
To keep things trapped in.
By Evangelina Samuell
This is a story of an unknown person, whose life becomes a book.
By Ted Gerard
What desparation brings...
What could a young, teenage boy from the slums of India want with Jigoku Shoujo?
This story, written as much as possible in the style and spirit of the anime, Jigoku Shoujo, follows the hardships of Kajal and his little sister Selma, as Kajal struggles to protect her. It is written like a...
A GIRL AND HER PARENTS AND SISTER AND TALK OVER TEA BOUT BOYS AND HAVING A BOYFRIEND IN 1962
Poetry | Updated May 7, 2015 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kimberly Adams
Rosalynn was just fooling around when she accidentally gets chosen to play the lead on Broadway. And the thing is, Rosalynn is still in high school. Despite this being her dream, she is not sure that she can handle it. But surely God had His reasons for bringing her to Broadway.
A brother and sister duo go on a journey to a world they never knew existed: Florawood.
This is actually a writing piece that I had to write for school, but I'm actually very fond of it so I decided to post it here. Enjoy!
By Ted Gerard
Another passing thought. What do you think?
By Cassey Dracotone
The life of two teenage twins isn't always simple! Especially when college comes around the corner...
Author Note: Yes, the Upper Merion Area School District is a real school district @ www.umasd.org (it won't work unless you add the "www"!) In fact, most of the street names, club names, etc,...
A poem about a lady who keeps believing that fairytale do come true.
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
I want to mention that my race is called
This poem is fictional but sadly, drunk driving fatalities are real.
Poetry | Updated Apr 11, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2