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Random First Lines:continuing story which follows the life of Jen and her search to find the meaning of mystery words. A lot of time has now passed and Jen finds... » Read
I wrote this poem in memory of my English teacher who passed away in a fire last year.
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes we pass through life without a glance. Those around us fade to memories quicker then a blink of an eye. What happens, though, when they are gone? What happens to the mothers, the lovers, the teachers, the best friends? Even a stranger can be touched in one trivial moment to change a...
Dylan Hughes has always though he was better than everyone else. He was popular, beautiful, and captain of the football team. Not to mention he was dating the prettiest girl in high school. Although he seems so perfect there is one thing that he just canâ€™t seem to master: math. With his...
By R Safley
If you want to wake up, you must first open your eyes. If you want to stay awake, it's very simple... Keep your eyes open.
I am Alabama Bunny. I keep my eyes open and write what I see.
A prim and proper high school teacher from a wealthy background decides to teach in one of the many fastly downgrading lower class neighborhoods surrounding Atlanta. It isn't long after she arrives in the deceitfully charming Old Town Douglasville that she finds herself attracted to the...
By R Safley
"you go here. you do this. that's who you are. that's how its done. accept."
until there is a better way.
I am Alabama Bunny. It's no coincidence I've come.
This is my memoir which I wrote in 7th grade. Enjoy Techniques: (Psychological Insight)-(Self-deprecating humor)
Central Conflict: Me not being able to adjust to my surroundings.
Tonight a teacher has died. I wonder what humanity has left to ruin. I'm sickened. I hate myself for being part of a race that can take something fragile, and shatter it. You give me things to write about. You inspire a world I so desperately hope I had created. It is a monster.
Baiden Smith had a future. Baiden Smith was going to be a good person, helping the world and all the poor people in it. That was until his math teacher died.
Suddenly Baiden and all people he cares about are plunged into a mystery that may be unsolvable. Follow Baiden as he races against the...
A poem about an unfortunate individual who had an alcohol addiction, read, comment and enjoy!
This is a collection of essays that are themed around the seven deadly sins with a open minded definition at the end of each. They have no names with them, but I can assure you I've been working on them long enough to know that they are true in content. New essays will be added from time to...
By Angel Salandress
"â€œI donâ€™t care how hard being together is, nothing is worse than being apart.â€" - Josephine Angelini
Faye Fitz â€¦ Faithâ€¦
Not knowing your mom for sixteen years then being forced to live with her is nothing to smile about. But Cambrie Island has huge surprises in...
By John Patrick Schay
A student uncovers something about his teacher neither him, nor anyone else would like to know. Something so horrible death is thought of as an escape.
By The Blood Red Dress
A mysterious foreigner shows up in the village of Akrabat, Turkmenistan. I apologise for people who find this politically incorrect about Akrabat, Russia and Turkmenistan overall. I didn't find very much about Turkmenistan, only the internet was my reference, so I had to make the scenery up ><"
By Amy Lockheart
Ok, so another little story for all you boyxboy lovers out there. This little story is about Terrance, and his encounter with his art teacher. What more can I say... I've removed the more explicit parts, but they're available at silk;)
Short Story | Updated Oct 12, 2013 | Reads: 296 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3