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WE'RE QUITE CULTURED AND BRIGHT ACTUALLY...IF YOU DON'T MIND!
This is one of the poems I put into my poetry book for school. It got an A+, so I hope you guys like it as much as my teacher did! :)
This isn't a true story. This is a dream I had on the night of March 23rd 2013. Honestly, I think part of it is based on "Holiday From Hell" on my bullying story (Read Bullying Hurts: My Story if you want to see)
Anyway, I didn't actually want to forget this dream, so I wanted to share.
Short Story | Updated Mar 24, 2013 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This was a short story that I wrote in an examination, and as I was going through my papers again I thought I'd share it out here.
Simply put, it's a a short tale about a modern man who discovers what's really important.
A little essay I wrote for the topic: First Love/Loss
I'm most certain that I shouldnt have written this for that particular topic but it was the only thing I could think of.
Short Story | Updated Feb 25, 2013 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Cosette and Hattie are two young girls who stumble upon a magical world of fairies. The two are delighted until they learn that unlike in fairytales, real life doesn't always have a happy ending. (For Happiness's sad story contest.)
Things are getting too surreal
Poetry | Updated Dec 8, 2012 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Lunar Bird
The connection between a writer and her characters.
By Ethan Knight
In this short story, the two characters Josh and Grace, are in love but Grace has some major mental problems that cause her to loose control. Josh is, of course, always there for her.
Short Story | Updated Nov 25, 2012 | Reads: 58 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I just need to be myself, and you need to be yourself, it's the only way we'll ever get to where we want to go.
just something I wrote out of my lousy dream.
Short Story | Updated Aug 19, 2012 | Reads: 223 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Just a poem I wrote when I was a bit bored about how I'm often living in another world :)
By Diana Christina
Meryn is a child of the Final Generation. The legacy of her birth, however, comes with an unexpected price.
When you walk down the street, you feel secure. Looking over your shoulder, it can only be assumed that the people behind you are set in their own path, their grim occupation leading them forward in their own walks of live. But what if this idyllic environment was insecure? What if, by odd...