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By Mimie Durand
For many years I have lived in the mountains. I love having Winter, Spring, Summer Fall.
Poetry | Updated Jul 31, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Leatela Butterfly Dragon
a girl and her freinds go to a summer camp.But soon everything turns upside down.after a bad accident.when the girl turns into A POKEMON!!!!?????
Novel | Updated Jul 22, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
EVERY summer has a story somewhere.
By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
Power-cuts on a summer evening can be very irritating.But can there be some exceptional few that are so interesting that you actually look forward to them? This is the story of such an exceptional summer evening power cut... Read on to know more...
trying to capture how life sort of just shines, even on Thursday
A contest for SUMMER!
Novel | Updated Jul 8, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
A short poem :P
Poetry | Updated Jul 8, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jack Dragonblood
This includes the list of participants (Chapter 1), the scoring key (Chapter 2), and the results of the "Summer Nights" contest (which will be posted as soon as possible). Thank you to all who participated!
Just something I wrote here at lab.
By Alex The Shadow Girl
This is my entry for jack Dragonblood's summer night contest. It is a story of true love who stay together without knowing that their love is older than they think. Fate is something that gives you bigger than what you expect.
Short Story | Updated Jun 20, 2014 | Reads: 128 | Comments: 10 | Likes: 37
Summer in southern France. Nina speaks French, Emma English. But they understood each other perfectly...
This is my first. Please comment and let me know your opinion.
Novel | Updated Jun 18, 2014 | Reads: 42 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Summer has just started. This poem is dedicated to those nights when you're 20-something and get drunk with your friends in a park. As strangers pass by and you're getting more and more tipsy their scent is blown to you by the breeze and it turns you on.
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2014 | Reads: 84 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1