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I'm not really aware how to describe this other than, Its the first thing that came to mind and I just wrote it.
What if you were created for one purpose: to extend wrath upon others? You become a legend, but can legends be changed?
Gob's action packed adventure story.
A word gets around very fast in bird community, Jugggernaut learned this first hand very fast.
By The Ragamufin
A story inspired by a convosation with my friend, Hollie (Kalika997) Sorry if it sucks but I had to finish it quickly as Doctor who was starting. Check out Hollie's page and enjoy the story!
Short Story | Updated Sep 8, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
My description of my first home, the winery I grew up on.
Short Story | Updated Sep 23, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
By Shadow Kissed
This is the Poem 'Vines', currently entered into Ledbury Poetry festival-I'm awaiting the results. I wrote this when I realized that after the fairytale ending some things live on and some things get left behind...
An Original Poem by Megan Ann Owens
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By Heather Mirassou
In sunny solitude
The swelling seas
Erase the bank of haze
Birds begin to sing
A skylark soars in the air
By Samantha Kay
One of the most amazing and important stories of the Bible, in my opinion, is in the very beginning, the story of Adam and Eve. Some people, however, have misunderstood the meaning of the story. The meaning of it is not just to inform you of a mistake that happened thousands of years ago. Sure,...
By Mark Lee
The need to love and be loved is just as real as the physical needs for water, food and air. However, after too many failed attempts we may began to feel as if we are being punished for wanting something that is only natural.
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Isolation and self-destruction...
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
This is just a little poem I wrote about the love of my life. It speaks for itself.
Poetry | Updated Aug 16, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0