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By Medea Rene
When you are still in love with your ex, and you feel the pain of seeing another person replacing you...
[Dedicated to a hurting friend]
By Vickie Stringer
Following the phenomenal success of Dirty Red, Essence bestselling author Vickie Stringer is back with a sizzling sequel, Still Dirty, and the notorious cast of characters â€” Red, Bacon, and Q â€” who made Dirty Red a hit.
Simi falls in love with Raj, who is engaged to his sweetheart, Anu. But destiny had both good and bad plans for Simi. Things fell in place and she got married to Raj, but then a phase of life came where after a few years Anu returned back in Raj's life and created a chaos with a series of lies...
Novel | Updated Mar 8, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
an intro to my up and coming novel
You asked me once on why I loved you. I lied because I didn't know how to say it and I was too shy and afraid.
Thanks for reading :) Please feel free to comment if necessary and if there is any improvement that I can and should do. Thank you! :)
I doubt he will read this, but I want him to know.
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Cheska is a simple girl living in the Mortal world. But it's not quite she has expected because she is now 900 years old and still she is a teenage girl. Is she really a human? or an Immortal person?
Then, a man with a robe seeks for her and tell her that the kingdom of Werewolves are looking...
The story of amnesia, smart manservants, dumb lords, overdosage, a musical number, jewels!, minor theft, homelessness, instructions, and a very good ending (that's not that good).
I was a bit crazy when I wrote this, reading the whole thing aloud in a Texan and British accent.
A poem, written as some sort of a letter, post break up inspired.
A Christian poem of faith.
By To Me
My brother and I were still blissfully ignorant of the shadows in life then. I was sixteen. He was eighteen. It was a happy time in our lives. He was finally getting out of the house, away from our parentsâ€™ broken marriage, going off to college. I had finally gotten my drivers license...
Poetry | Updated Oct 8, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0