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Cain is a bastard child who desires nothing more than to be with his half-sister, Scarlett. Mistakes, however, can change the whole direction oh Cain's plan.
nonet about someone special
Extra-terrestrials don't exist,right?
Ofcourse,they're not as you imagine them to be..
In other words,they're not short,green,and they don't have giant black eyes.
Reed and his little sister Dan are living proof of that.
Twenty year old Reed,who's known as the stronger sibling,has the...
So basically, this is a story that I'm working on, not sure if it'll go anywhere, let me know what you think!
When sixteen close high school students decide to go party for the night, things take a turn and they end up facing their deaths, one by one. Two teams. Two guns. Your life or theirs.
A young girl created a perfect sandcastle behind her house, while her sick mother lay dying in bed.
A Letter to my sister
Poetry | Updated May 26, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Raven Hainsworth
Originally, I was going to make it a sonnet, but ended up with more than I had.
"The Kids", "Lynn's Brats", and "Those Fricking Stoners", are just some of the names they've earned for themselves in their small town. The Kids don't care-they might be mostly in their twenties now, and grown, but all they need is each other. They take care of their own. When your friends are...
They're both hot,dangerous,short tempered and gang leaders..but most of all they're extremely possessive and perverted..
Grief is what you make of it. There are some who choose to simply ignore it, others let it consume them. And some, Well, they have never known grief so contain no emotion. They're numb.
Amille life has just changed completely and everything she has every known has been wrong.
With her parents now out of the picture, she is forced to fight to protect the ones that she loves.
How will everything end for Amille, in distraught or peace?
This is a poem I wrote a long time ago. Like in 2009.
A BOY DEALING WITH A GRAVE PERSONAL ISSUE SITS DOWN WITH HIS FRIEND FOR A TALK WHICH ENDS IN DISASTER.