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Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
By Charlie Dewatt
Hi everyone this is a short story about how narrator got a message from the nature for living a good life. By his observations. Hope you will like it . Please ignore my language mistakes.
In 1987, the Irish rock band released an album called, "The Joshua Tree." I've been listening to it recently and I really like how Bono (the singer) uses desert imagery to explain the band's love/hate relationship with the United States. He said once while doing charity work in Africa, "they...
Poetry | Updated Jul 24, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Leonard Lodin
A silent oak, a fertile fruit; it's poetry, well.. at it's root!
Poetry | Updated Jul 19, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
I just wrote a song (well my inspiration was) Becca Tobin & it's called: #WalkingOnTheAir
about a girl watching a girl under a tree.
Short Story | Updated Jul 6, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
As a little girl I remember being a tall, strong tree, not short as I feel as a woman too often - short, small and insignificant because of the soul-splitters who have harmed me.
By Shampee Chanda
Its a tow page love story between a tree and rain called when it rained.
Short Story | Updated Jun 2, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Rhonda Calling is an elderly lady with a walking cane, who lives in Bayswater Street, London. She is trying to get possession over a magic coat, which hangs on an iron gate, across the street from her. Anyhow, in order to do so, she must enter the building, which is enclosed by the gate. Two...
By Daisy Ink
One day a student who use to be poor, arrives at school with a large sum of money, causing the other students to question how he managed to become rich after years of being bullied for being poor.
A friend of mine breathed his last breath the other day when a strong wind hit my hometown. I wrote him, her, this. Enjoy
A future dream of a small girl.
By Peace Darkangel
Rat is a tree flyer and one of the best. What happens when he's caged against a terrifying bird demon?
Short Story | Updated Apr 22, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Marie Dei
A sweet soft lullaby for children as they lay on their bed.
By Liam Strong
I love writing these poems where my narrator is thinking in italics while telling the story. I am sorry if Booksie messes up the format, because every other stanza is supposed to be tabbed once, but it might not show. Anyway, enjoy my symbolic wonderland!