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What Does My Name Means? What Has Happened To Me?
Article | Updated Apr 27, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shashank Shrivastava
A man is trying to remember the time when his love came to visit him at midnight on a lake. He presents this two point of view on that incident.
Short Story | Updated Apr 27, 2014 | Reads: 88 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 9
By James Edgar Cooper
Falling in love with someone might be considered one of the most beautiful things that we could ever experience, if it goes well of course... But when you are already in love with someone and decide to go behind their back to share love to another, other than your own partner, it becomes...
This is a dark story based on a series of events that culminate in one terrible fact.
Short Story | Updated Apr 23, 2014 | Reads: 42 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short memoir of a particularly memorable deer hunt
A poem dedicated for my dearest friend who have been having rough days lately, she's my only color in this life.
By Charles Carmichel
I met a girl a few weeks ago and this is how I feel about it.
A strong lady got shattered by recalling her childhood mysterious days...
She narrates to her PA.
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 22, 2014 | Reads: 62 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Nikita Rader
Where did love come from? Who invented it? And what every happened to so called "true love?" All this is explained in the poem "the source of love"
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Dj Hawke
True stories of over 10 years of work, on various film sets, in and around Los Angeles.
Novel | Updated Apr 21, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is the true story about when i went to the Boy Scout Camp, Camp Westmoorland.
By Charlie Farthing
I will not and cannot consider myself a victim of child abuse. In fact I feel I am just as much to blame, so how could I possibly consider myself a victim.
I long ago came to terms as to how I feel about myself in isolation. Every day feels like a parody of a normal life, a dirty hidden...
Short Story | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It wasn't until the last lesson when it suddenly felt real. He wasn't joking around. He wanted to be more than just my teacher. I wanted him to go away.
Short Story | Updated Apr 18, 2014 | Reads: 120 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem for all of those girls out there who pretend to be happy. Who pretend like everything is perfectly okay; when in fact they're literally on the verge of dying inside. I can relate to this poem, and I know others can too.
I hope you guys enjoy,
// Ikky x