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Random First Lines:THIS IS A BOOK ON MY LIFE AS A GENDER DYSPHOBIC CHILD AND HOW I MANAGED MY CHILDHOOD . MY AIM FOR WRITING THIS BOOK IS TO LET THE WORLD KNOW WHO... » Read
Well this is an oddity. Thsi idea came from my friend Justin, who was discussing random song lyrics with me one day at a party. We messed around and used a leaf as an example. So yeah, I thought about it and... BADDA-BING!
This poem describes a girl who is always on the side of the road and basically becomes the road. people never notice her until she takes her life and laevs a mysterious hole in the road and community.
Poetry | Updated Mar 6, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 8
A story about a girl named Korasatch and Tulik who live in Uzbekistan.
One of the many problems of childhood. Fortunately, I had an understanding and loving mother who saw me through it.
I was pointed out by someone at how weird my vocabulary sounded, it was too random. I didn't notice before therefore I am fixing it and making it a tad simpler :)
A meeting of two lovers who once were; with a past.
Short Story | Updated Jan 30, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A unique pair of street urchins make fast friends when the chips are stacked against them.
Me and how I got my fear of tractors.
By Jeremy Hu
6 short poems inspired by lonely walks down city streets. They mainly deal with feelings of depression, alienation, despair and solitude, seen through the eyes of various characters longing for an escape out of their lives in the city.
First attempt at poetry :)
Not sure what exactly I was aiming at here
Too repetative I think
I would love to hear what you think
By Carcass Killington
the seventy eight is something close to me. A story about losing control. about no longer knowing who you are, and doing things that you could never imagine yourself doing things like murder.
this first chapter tells the story of a young man who has blackouts and periods of vivid dreams that...
Rippinâ€™ off the Folks
(Sung to the tune of â€œPuttinâ€™ on the Ritzâ€)
If youâ€™re poor and you donâ€™t know where to go
Why donâ€™t you go where congress sits
Rippinâ€™ off the folks
Different types were suits and ties
And facades of perfect...