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Random First Lines:This is a continuation of the story "Being with People". It will, hopefully, begin to foreshadow, not only a possible explanation for as to why... » Read
"The Sea boiled, the Wine turned sour, Dogs grew mad, and all other creatures became languid; causing to man, among other diseases, burning fevers, hysterics, and phrensies." John Brady, Clavis Calendaria, 1812. A young man and his friends take a fateful trip to go to visit his uncle in...
A young girl's world is ripped away from her and she is left to face the fallout.
Short Story | Updated May 19, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
For Alice and Josh it's a hard life, their only 17 and havig to deal with so much. but what happens when their friendship takes a turn for the worst?
Someone awaiting death with open arms.
Poetry | Updated May 6, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
Would you dare to love if the one that left you with nothing will renew it all with an innocent smile and said" have we met before?".
For Mia, curiosity has never been a problem until she found Justin whom she fell in love with. A lot of questions are bothering her; she found the courage to...
Novel | Updated Apr 23, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It was supposed to be a nice family vaction, they were supposed to come back home feeling rested and look trough the pictures just like they always do. But when something starts banging on the door in the middle of the night,someone makes a terrible mistake.
Short Story | Updated Apr 12, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Matthew Bissonnette
A fictional short story about a man in ancient Rome who wanders aimlessly trying to escape his tragic past and happens to come across a man who has spent thirty years alone sitting atop a stone pillar.
Dedicated to my Friend Christa (or Ta as we called her)who died in a car crash only short days before her 14th birthday.
May she rest in peace....
and make everyone in heaven wear yellow and have little Ginger babies
I'll miss you
Anna angrily entered her grandfathers room.Her tears betraying her.Andrew saw her with interest and said 'Whats wrong dear'.Anna came and told her problem.He smiled and said' I am going to tell you story of my life.it was summer of '45' I was crazy and wild .The first time I saw her.God I...
From a male's point of view. His wife has recently died, and this is his letter to her.
What is friendship, after the ship has sunk?
Poetry | Updated Mar 21, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Dear you. Thanks for ruining me.
Poetry | Updated Feb 23, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fire, fire-hands,bush,life,people,pets, homes,lost,flames,burning,trees etc;Anniversary of Black Saturday fires in Victoria Australia.
By Iskah E Shirah
I think I initially meant this to be a song, but I'm not sure if you can take something as freely metered as this and use it as lyrics.
Poetry | Updated Feb 15, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2