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Jonathan never thought that he would meet Samantha the love of his dreams by this unexpected way this story goes through emotional situations and investigations, can Jonathan's scar be the reason that they fell for each other? how did he get this so special scar?
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A man has finally captured his wife's murderer, and it's playtime.
taken from my book,
By Alan Fashion
Many know how wonderful it is to wake up after a pleasant dream. They are a pleasant experience that nobody questions. So why question reality and what does anyone hope to gain from doing so? The author explains how having all you want in life may already be within your grasp. Only you didn't...
By Lewis Poe
Tools are annoying
Miscellaneous | Updated Jun 17, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is as much philosophy as poetry. I can see what it's about, I just don't know what it means.
Poetry | Updated Jan 25, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
About High School
About a friend named Connor
By Lady Kisner
Just one i wrote while on the bus... hope you guys like it :)
By Cosmic Crow
Education Theory. The basics.
Essay | Updated Apr 22, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Tools to kill vampires, may come in handy ....
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 29, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Matthew Callard
a very short piece about a troubled young woman. this is meant as an introduction to several other books I am working on. I would greatly appreciate any feedback
Here is a poem I wrote and published recently. This poem is because I see some of the junk that is thrown out as poetry when it is only simple word play. I wrote this annoyed at the people who claim to be poets when it comes down to a competition of who fits the group. Who is black, who is...