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How a tree tells it's story from beginning to end.
By Liam Strong
I'm still quite indecisive about the title for this poem, but it's cute as is. Am I allowed to call my own poems cute? Anyway! I love writing nature poetry, it's just kind of a relaxing thing for me to work with. Enjoy!
I guess that in your last moments your life really does flash before your eyes.
(Time shown as this was written in real time in the format of twitter - our unique way of writing. First in the world to write stories and novels through twitter. We have the copyright, patent, bragging rights, etc. This story is part and parcel of our upcoming book.)
By Jamie L Monster
It's the truth about standing up for yourself though the shadows of the people around you.
This epic tell the evolution of all life, the struggles of death, changes in man and his destiny to destroy.
By Gareth Brown
A man stuck up a tree must get down without his boss seeing.
Short Story | Updated Jan 13, 2014 | Reads: 169 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Xox Imagination Xox
Just a little riddle.
Try and guess what it is =)
Post Ideas in the comments.
(you wont find the answer in the tags)
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By Noand Hegask
The black branch of the dead tree watches all the things that change people and motivate them from inside.
Poetry | Updated Jan 1, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A very short, heartbreaking tragedy about a homeless mother and child.
Short Story | Updated Dec 28, 2013 | Reads: 50 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Apollos Michio
Sometimes people don't notice the things that others do for them until they stop doing them.
Short Story | Updated Dec 27, 2013 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
For SkyeChanel's coontest. On Christmas Eve, a couple reflects upon their first Christmas together as the woman begins to give birth to their baby.
By Maggie Williams
This is a poem about how people have forgotten about the true gift/meaning of Christmas.
My memory of selecting a Christmas Tree with my parents.
Short Story | Updated Dec 22, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0