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By Arturon Gillespie
Death is a hunter and will find us soon enough.
We should never seek an end before we have had a beginning.
Poetry | Updated Jun 7, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Skylar Youth
To produce a full script of no more than 15 pages in length. Content is flexible.
For the land I came from.
The beautiful valley of Kashmir is bruised and shaken due to the long raging armed conflict.Behind the facade of normalcy rage the ugly religious and ideological divides that have polarised the Kashmiri society.There's utter disregard for Kashmir's beauty and culture (and that too by her own...
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2014 | Reads: 127 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
a poem about mental unrest while coping with thoughts of the past while journeying to the future
This is a poem about a broken heart from a once beautiful and loving romance.
this is a prologue and opening few paragraphs. going to try and continue with this in some form, would appreciate feedback.
For the insecure and broken, the ones hurting deep inside. The ones who know the wrong they've done. This is from me, a stranger, to you.
The tale of a man struggling to seek light in his dark world.
When two average boys get sucked into a different world. They have to cope with being a king and adviser. trying to become the best ruler in 27 kings.
Novel | Updated May 1, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Bernice Wilder is a sixteen fifteen year old girl, with her confusing relationship with her best friend, Philip Mankee, and her over protective brothers visiting her and her Aunt Sylvia, things could not get any worse. To make things even worse her brother Kyle has bought home a new girlfriend....
Jasper, a sixteen year old girl, must run for her life after escaping her sexually abusive father.
"I have seen six centuries and ninety odd years; I have roamed through nearly ten lifetimes, watched kingdoms, countries, leaders, even worlds, rise and fall. Through all of this I have not perished and perhaps never will. My body, forever young, has been frozen in the vast course of time, but...
Not the happiest of poems, but spoken from the heart.