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What happens if you can tell the future? What about if it's through your toe?
You might wonder what life holds for you, whether you'll make it out alive, whether all these people around you really understand anything.
Look no further.
Warning: Put yourself in an associative, light-hearted frame of mind before you read this, or don't. Just don't tell me that I'm wrong....
By Si Cotic
A little poem I wrote one day...read and review and I'll read and review!
Lily Embers doesn't date. She is a twenty six year old widow who only spent one year with her husband before he was killed in Afghanistan. Two years later and purposely she misses out on the fun, while her university friends hit up the clubs she likes to sit in wine bars and relax. She can't...
its just a qiuck poem i made from the top of my head...itsz about miyh brother and sister...and i.i only got a pic of me and my sis../:..enjoy.!
some poetry and text
In this chapter, Sarah has something to do. The only thing is that she does not want the children to hear. So in order to do this, she needs to make sure that they are both still asleep. And keep it that way.
This is an example of my own unrefined style of flash fiction, whereas I take a random image or concept that pops into my head and just start writing freely in one continuous flow of thought. I do not concern myself with case or punctuation and do not stop typing until i feel the story has come...
Short Story | Updated Jan 28, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a story about two spoiled children that have everything and can never be happy. There mother trys her best to keep the family together but the harder she trys, the more things seem to go wrong.
By Atton Brown
The Creeper stalks again
A woman and a lot of losses
Poetry | Updated Nov 25, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
You know it's pointless when you compare your life to toenails!!
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Icicles melt within my eyes,
due to the heat of pain.