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By Kristjan Tiits
This is all that is going on in my soul. That's all the knowledge that comes out from me and that's everything i can do for the world. I don't want to be special. I just want to play my game of The Sims real life fair and square, but wealthy. I just wish to have money. I just wan't to play my...
Got some time to kill? Why not.
Poetry | Updated Jul 27, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
The girl he took this time was different, she didn't scream, didn't beg for her life. This girl smiled, looked at him with her caring eyes.
poetry regarding small talk
This is not a story ...its real life
DO NOT RESUSCITATE some people believe they don't want to face resuscitation so much that they have it tattooed on their chest, whilst some tell just tell their, friends, spouses, siblings, and some tell their kids
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON AND A TRIP TO THE PARK
Poetry | Updated Jun 7, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Turjemia Lornell
Based on a true story, Ayanna Jones is suicidal. It seems no one cares if she chooses life or death. Her father is a bully, and won't stop sneaking into her room to do sexual things to her. She doesn't like to see her own reflection while standing in the mirror. Her mother lives in denial, and...
Elle lives the comfortable life in Grand London. She, like everyone else has her whole life centred around the webhead. The greatest piece of technology since the internet which has revolutionised the world. However, this piece of magnificent technology has a dark, twisted and sinister side to...
ON THE FINAL TIME I TALKED TO MY SON IN HOSPITAL BEFORE HE DIED.
Poetry | Updated Apr 9, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
A MAN OVERHEARS A CONVERSATION IN A LOCAL CAFE.
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By R Anonymous
She may never truly comprehend me, her own daughter, but this is my heart spoken aloud.
In an outdoor mall frequented by visitors of all kinds, the local birds have a nasty habit of judging from their perches. The food is scarce, the company rude, but the gossip is a plenty.
we need to talk about it...and know when not to speak at all
Poetry | Updated Mar 29, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
i turned in application at a job today and he told me to come in tuesday and figure out tax forms so i mean does that mean i got the job or nah
Poetry | Updated Mar 27, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1