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By Morrigan Aoife
A writer, unsatisfied with her life, chooses to create her own world and live vicariously through her characters. The relationships she creates in her own fantasies seeming much better than anything she could hope to get in reality leads her to expect too much from those she is acquainted with...
This is a long essay i wrote in the psychiatry unit of Penticton General Hospital in Penticton, BC, Canada. It discusses my history of medications and reasons against that form of treatment of schizophrenia, as well as rants and ravings of an obviously manic individual, trying to make sense of...
By Matthew Callard
a very short piece about a troubled young woman. this is meant as an introduction to several other books I am working on. I would greatly appreciate any feedback
A girl suffers from drug-abuse and a strained family life. But is that all that's bothering her?
By Luis Angel Garcia
The Kingdom of Rotandum has been anything but peaceful for the past years. Poverty and war had pillaged the metropolitan kingdom for years. Revolutionary gangs had sprung up in a struggle against the king's evil rule.
Ichzimno Korpus, a member of one of these revolutionary gangs, is a hit...
Is love really blind? Or are we?
This story is about death suicide, absolance, pain, trust, homocide, rape, running away stress and most hard to discuss topics, in these stories you might find that its complicated to read,but keep in mind real people have different situations. i encourage you to step outside the box and comfort...
My husband is Jack. He is a man too complex for anyone. Why he chose me, I still wonder. But no matter what, I love him. I love him so much. He is so deeply disturbed and each day, I try to save him.
Time will pass and we shall struggle to save ourselves, and our family.
at the eight wonders of the world, two people grow farther apart. much anguish ensues.
so i made it sound dumb, i apologize in advance for my sardonic self. a bit of a backstory: i wrote this under pressure, for my friend as a belated hanukkah present (therefore the trite reference to
By Francis Berryman
this is how i feel, i needed to share it. Its long, but please read it through.
By Francis Berryman
this poem is, once again, a darker poem, perhaps bordering on suicidal in nature, yet i hope it captures a sense of yearning to live, but also a realisation that, in truth, we must die, before we can truly live.
This is a poem that will encourage anyone who is experiencing a dark season right now.
By Black Enigma
dedicated to me
Poetry | Updated Dec 12, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Anette had a troubled childhood and the one who helped her and loved her unconditionally was her Granny Ruth, but who was she?
Short Story | Updated Dec 7, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
1.)you'll never know. 2.) is all about the writer.
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 12, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0