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A poem about standing up against bullies.
Poetry | Updated Dec 24, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is about those times you feel that life's just crushing you. Life is just besting you. You try to get out make choices of standing up. but you struggle and you fight. We all get those times and I had a couple of those times this year.
Poetry | Updated Dec 12, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Juli Monat
I'm not pretending.
Standing in the pasture...milking
About the line between reality and fantasy.
Looking back on life through a field.
In Tuscany during the 1700â€™s a girl had to know her place or there were consequences.
Try telling that to Francesca DiCesare, the eleven-year-old daughter of Maestro DiCesare, Europeâ€™s most renowned fencing master. Francesca has more courage than common sense, and learns her...
3 Chapter Novel About Young Women Who Has To Much To Deal With, And Has Pistanthrophobia(Fear Of Trusting Someone ).
I wrote this after watching a show on tv where it showed how blacks were racist to each other based on their skin color. Does it really matter whether someone is light skin, brown skin, or dark skin. Either way were the same race and we need to take pride in ourselves and stop the hatred. I know...
By Husty The Faithful
A boy who didn't receive information.
A short story that talks about life choices and love
Short Story | Updated Oct 1, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By David Stevens
now is the time is about reaching the point where something has to happen it is about life and development with a strange twist to the action.
Jane is the quiet girl; Nobody really pays attention to her and she likes it that way. She's ok with the way things go on at Morales High and never really thinks about doing something different. Her oppinion completley changes when she meets Mathew, the new kid, who is determined to turn the...
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
To the drama teacher that encouraged me so much, in both writing and confidence.
To the man who's laughter echoes, even now.
A few people will know it, but when we had to hand in journals for drama class, I wrote poems as my entries. So writing this poem kind of has a double meaning.