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Random First Lines:(ONLY READ THIS IF YOU HAVE READ MY SONG) This is the explanation of my song 'Miss Alice'. Be warned that it may contain things you may not like.... » Read
By Frenzee Da Rebel
I found this poem I wrote a while back. It is about being from mixed heritage parents, being a British Muslim and about being a second generation immigrant.
Scarlet Knight has been broken beyond repair by the people she trusted most.
Now, six months later, she is on a mission to return to Castresica to murder those who did her wrong.
A poem about a German Jew in 1930s Berlin, through the eyes of a man waking up with woman who risks everything in a world that hates him.
I send my best to where ever you are not,
In hell I hope you rot.
The year is 1948. Stalin has decided he wants to chase the western powers out of Berlin. There is a high-up traitor in British Intelligence and the spy Orris entices him to Berlin. The drama unfolds as General Clay battles to get the airlift going. "Espionage in the Le CarrÃ© class" - Sunday...
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He was loved, but lost; broken, but not beaten; worshipped; but mistaken; a lover, but a cheater<3
Greg has loved Zinnia for years and he believes she feels the same. Until he finds out she's really a spy whose only mission is to kill. Her target: Greg Santers, the rebel leader. Zinnia trys to forget her mission until she sees her fiance kill.
25 questions a Hunger Games tribute might be thinking/asking in their heads.
just something I wrote to an old friend..
A piece of coursework I did for English where I attempt to interpret a Robin Hood scene as I see it
Summery would be too long. Just read and enjoy:3
This story is about a girl named Cassidy. She walks in a alley one night with her friend Lucy only to get kidnapped on the day she didn\'t trust her instincts. They get put into some sort of house filled with unexpected suprises. They meet some new people there who are also IN THE GAME. Will...
When night comes, the stars awaken.
Glittering coldly,killing slowly
Always taking and stealing the taken
And with so many stars around,
who would even notice a death of a one
that suffocates without sound