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What my love made me be.
Poetry | Updated May 6, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Lisa and her boyfriend Danny, venture into an old abandoned mental hospital but they aren't alone.
Short Story | Updated Jan 20, 2014 | Reads: 79 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A poem I wrote hope you like it if you do plz comment and rate means alot!
By Elsa Marie
what it means to have a photographic memory when you get to a certain age.
By Soakie Peace
There are Roses, and them the Thorns
Poetry | Updated Feb 13, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
its about obstacles and pain in life...and turning to god for peace, solace, respite
By Spirit Of Freedom
This poem is inspired through learning from my environment. Mother nature in this case. She often shows me ways of living. Ways of surviving life. I am thankful being given life! I hope you recognise what a unique gift you are too :)
By Zac Xd
No, I don't know where this idea came from. It just popped in my head...welcome to the dark side.
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
A thornbird has affections for his best friend, Canary, but she only thinks of him as a friend.
By Willow Brook
the life of a rose is short but to the rose its a life time
A legumineous tree that supports itself on poor soils and produce sweet pods for easy pickings. Lets call this tree 'Sweet Pods' or 'Easy Pickings' not Monkey Pods, Manila Tamarind or Madras Thorns.
By Hoping For A Sunflower
The inspiration is a bit morbid, the train I was on hit someone the other day.
That's scared and in scar, not scared as in scare, like afraid.
What happens when someone is abused all of their life.
Poetry | Updated May 27, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A youngish girl called Melody gets caught up in her own life in this fairly short novel. An adventure doesn't always end up in smiles, this one wasn't an adventure at all, it was fate. original name was 'the apple of my eye' but was taken.
By Darryl Fabia
A boy is sent into the woods on an errand and must match wits with the witch Baba Yaga to escape alive.
Short Story | Updated Jan 31, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0