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In a world of horrific events, we are often shielded from the true enormity of the situation. I know no more than anyone else, but I do know that there are people out there suffering, tormented by the horrors they see unfold in front of their eyes. We live in a world where sometimes it isn't the...
THERE IS HOPE
Poetry | Updated May 9, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Live your life for now...
Poetry | Updated Apr 15, 2015 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By James Edgar Cooper
Someone once said "Procrastination is the thief of time" and they're absolutely right. I'm sure we've all said to ourselves that we'll do something tomorrow or the day after or next week... But what if there may not be a tomorrow or next week? What if tomorrow something happens and we can't do...
I was dating someone when I wrote this but I don't think my relationship inspired this poem. Perhaps it was inspired by the first person with which I was intimate.
They're Not My Girls is Jesi's first short story. In They're Not My Girls, readers follow the narrator to the places she has never been before and interact with the people she has never met before. They're Not My Girls is an examination of the maybe and what those maybe's leave us with.
By Bhavya Sinha
Soon school's gonna end.......and we friends are going to miss each other like hell.......i've written this for my friend........oh god...i'll seriously miss my school like anything......
This song is actually owned by Mumford & Sons, but I extended it (the real song only has two verses).
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 21, 2014 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ally Shark
This is for a contest. Basically, I had to write about a holiday in the form of either a poem or a short story. I chose poem. ðŸ˜ Here's the catch, dear readers: I ain't gonna tell you what holiday I wrote about. ðŸ˜› I think you guys will be able to tell. Well, some of the adults...
Poetry | Updated Apr 30, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Elton Camp
He woke his mom at 2:30 a.m. with an urgent demand.
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Mia Davis was a product of a teenage pregnancy, with both her neglectful parents "working" she was left alone with a so called babysitter, that so happens to be her abuser. For years she has been tortured by this animal but refused to tell anyone, feeling like she deserved it all. After putting...
By Macaroni Mario
I know you tell me to go. I know you ask me to delete your phone and your email. I can't. today. tomorrow. and always.
Life is not for fetching a better end.
Life is not for fetching a better end. It's there for bliss....