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A while ago I lost someone very dear to me, I love her very much and always will but when I see water and swans I know she is with me always.
Poetry | Updated Apr 30, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Timthony is a boy who is being bullied by some people and he's quite sick of it. He begins talking to this girl in order to get away from his problems.
Novel | Updated Dec 10, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By The Ragamufin
A story inspired by a convosation with my friend, Hollie (Kalika997) Sorry if it sucks but I had to finish it quickly as Doctor who was starting. Check out Hollie's page and enjoy the story!
Short Story | Updated Sep 8, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Lily Jones
Gael is the seventh child of the king. When he returns with a new bride after getting lost in the woods,things change. She notices her father becoming paranoid about his new bride. He hides her and her brothers in the forest, but one day her brothers disappear. Gael returns home, but decides she...
Harper Romero is an orphaned girl who lives on the abandoned shores of the Outer Banks, North Carolina. Inhabiting a different type of Earth, one ruled far more cruelly than present day. However, unlike many poor orphans... Harper has dozens of rare gifts, of which only one she's discovered. She...
For ten glorious years we lived in a bungalow on the banks of the river, but due to my Husband's health issues we were forced to move to somewhere more "sensible". We will never forget our magical time there.
By Graeme Montrose
poem about a Thursday afternoon in Victoria Park
Avalin is a 15 year old girl with dreams of becoming popular,and having that one special boyfriend.After done reading,sign my gb and I will make a second chapter!
Short Story | Updated May 7, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How I felt about my Riverside Home
By Scribblings Of A Middle Aged Mad Man
Caught up in nature, this was written as I sat on bench on the banks of a lake, after a run it must be said.