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By Ina Mcfarmers
A short poem about why you should choose life .
taken from my book,
By Sylvia Mcgrady
This is for all the nasty, entitled leaches in this world. They may have legitimate issues, but who doesn't! These people choose to take no road or the low road taking what they can from others, nothing is ever enough, and it is owed to them. Mindset like this spreading in our society like a...
How time changes things, and how it doesn't.
Itâ€™s not hard to sense that when you start playing safe, taking a neutral stance, you are prima facie defending the accused.
I've been thinking about writing a story all my life about this person (just like me), but who lives in another time and another place. I've never gotten around to maybe taking the creation of this story seriously, but I thought now would be the time. It is a story of many stories. How a few...
By Nicole Orleans
In which Madeline discovers what it means to take a leap of faith.
Short Story | Updated Aug 13, 2013 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
The first poem from my new poetry album titled "Morticaw". It's about the lack of control we have due to how the governments and society indirectly take over our lives. Just a personal opinion, I think people should open their eyes to this subject.
Random thoughts during late nights. About the fear of falling in love. Please, feel free to leave any feedback or comments :) Any would be appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts on this piece :D Thanks for reading! :)
Two teens a boy named Ryu and a girl named Bell both try to commit suicide, but something odd happens instead that may make them rethink suicide.
Dear first ex-boyfriend I ever dated...I really want to hate you and use to imagine you getting hit by a bus multiple along side wishing you would jump off a cliff. Yea, lucky I'm a different girl I once was but your still a ...
-From someone who strongly dislikes you with a passion,
The last known log of a Dr.Pan V. Babell, another faceless man in the crowd.
By Sultry Alice
Just a poetic note about the pressures of writing.
There always seems to be something going on, on Saturday nights.But instead I sit here, alone in my room.. Awaiting a phone call, a text message, an I.M, anything. But nothing seems to come, nothing ever comes. Nothing new, with friends like mine that isn't a surprise.. But why I'm I always...
Short Story | Updated Feb 9, 2013 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Joseph Homcy
I wish there was a modern day Robin Hood, taking from the rich and giving to the poor. Take Donnie Trump to the bank, clean him out and jack up that weird hairdo, you know it be hiding from him at night, under the bed, and laughing at him. I want to stack up that cold hard cash, storing away...