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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...
Tom and Gabby get to knowing each other.
By Own Ur Rehman
This is the first poem of mine which I used in my animation. Enjoy the poem.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
**Finished** Callie Wilson is a seventeen year old who makes a lot of mistakes one which ends her to stay with her father for the summer a man she hated with every part of her. He has remarried and she now has a two step brother's and a step sister and while she is there. There is another guest...
This poem germinated on the Euston to Liverpool train. Although rhyming reasonably well, the inconsistent length and flow of each verse hopefully suggests the unpredictability and disorganisation of London while maintaining the rhythm of the moving train.
trying to describe the way I feel in 8 verses
A poem about smoking pot
I'm explaining why I'm so negative