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A love story with an interesting sci-fi twist. By the way, this was a totally random, split second idea I had, so I don't know if it will be any good. If you could, give me a little feedback, and of course I would be happy to read your work as well, and comment of course:)
Short Story | Updated Dec 13, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
My teenage brother sent me on a vacation
When life hits rock bottom it has a way of suprising you. I have writen this poem to thank and honour all those friends who lefts such kind messages when I expected the worst.
Thank you all, another leason learned.
Imagine walking along the train tracks. something wrote long ago, edited recently.
This is another story-section form my multi-strand project. Please bear in mind when you read it that this is a second draft and it's not complete. Also, the character names may change. I'd be really interested in any comments people may have.
about a journey to get away from someone in the past
Poetry | Updated Nov 18, 2012 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A young girl named Elizabeth is separated from a child hood friend whom she loved and years later he finds her.
Short Story | Updated Nov 15, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Angel Plant
I was waiting at the railroad station. I spoted a lonely man.
By Georgina V Solly
Six people take an original train ride.
A poem asking from your ex why he/she couldn't be there with you forever.
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2012 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poems don't need summary
Poetry | Updated Sep 13, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
The strangers you see on the subway.
By Angel Plant
The train is comingListen at the whistle as it runs on the track. Sounds so lonesome like a lone wolf calling.
Poetry | Updated Sep 8, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Shimmer Annabel Heart use to be okay. She used to not have nightmare. She used to smile and laugh and be the cool girl to hang out with. Well, until her brother died. First she blames herself for his death. Then, she turned cold. Drowning in depression she starves herself and keeps herself...
A poem I wrote about genocide.
Poetry | Updated Aug 8, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2