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Random First Lines:This is a short story of a future possible novel. In hopes of being liked or even interesting at all to anyone, it will probably become my first... » Read
A poem about searching for a sense of self in a sea of sameness.
Poetry | Updated Apr 5, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Don't think about your family, just use me and die with me.
A boy at the age of 19, looking innocent as can be is really as deadly as a shark. A kidnapper and killer on the inside, and a cool quiet guy on the outside. James Bokan has always been the silent guy type. All throughout high school, he was ignored. Even though he looked like the kind to be...
Sometimes i don't think right.
By The Anti Stereotype
jsut a small excerpt of a novel i'm writing, just wondering how you like the writing style :)
sorry for not posting it all here, but i want to have it fully published one day, which means it has to be able to sell
please tell me what you think ^_^
Those who have returned to continue this story. I am extremely thankful to them :)
Short Story | Updated Mar 9, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 10
Abigail is in the hospital, and she wants to leave until she meets him...Bret. the sexy nurse she paid in sex for a smoke out back.. but something happened..are they in love?
Short Story | Updated Mar 9, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Cosmic Crow
Good and bad times why o why??
By Dylan Richardson
This won't take long to read, and it could potentially change your life.
By J F Gambit
Just a poem-ish song about the world of tomorrow, and, namely, how messed up it will be.
You might wonder what life holds for you, whether you'll make it out alive, whether all these people around you really understand anything.
Look no further.
Warning: Put yourself in an associative, light-hearted frame of mind before you read this, or don't. Just don't tell me that I'm wrong....
Steam trains may be obsolete but will always hold a facination with me ....
The clean, crisp autumn air stirs as you hear a rustle in the night. Footsteps as light as a cat's streak through the undergrowth, the wild scent of the ferns mingling with the scent of living beasts. The moon silently watches over you as you see...