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A Christian poem of faith.
By John Woodcock
A continuation of Fuchsia Valley Boy
Book | Updated Feb 26, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By John Woodcock
The story is set in the Fuchsia Valley, Lee, Devon and on a distant galaxy.
Book | Updated Feb 17, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Zayn Ul Abidin
I had to find shelter as I was lost. As soon as I saw it, its mesmerizing beauty strangled, entangled and caught me.
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
I wrote this in limited time in 7th grade. I realize now that there may be errors, but to maintain its originality I chose not to change it. Hope you enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A travel dream that starts in Frank Lloyd Wright Fallingwater residence and finished in real life adventure in Ayn Rand's Fountainhead.
A short story about family and the joy of celebrating life together with friends and family in a beloved valley.
The love of nature, the beauty of the sky and the love song all come together to make this, at least I think, an enjoyable short story.
The Eli character in this short story is...
By Juli Monat
Where do our spirits goes?
Poetry | Updated Aug 24, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Getting back into writing, and I had to look back on things...a valley was the first thing that came to mind.
Here is the depiction.
Poetry | Updated Jul 25, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Silver 84
I haven't posted a poem in a long while, so I was determined to get one up tonight! A lot of times I stay up all night, I just can't get to sleep. The dawn makes the next day, which is always pretty awful since I hadn't had any sleep, worth it. Such a beautiful thing. My favorite part is that...
a lovely walk on a beautiful morning.
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 8
taken from my book, "My Head Is Swarming With Flies"
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
A poem about... well, figure it out yourself.