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By Midnight Black Cat
Life and Death, a couple that has been together longer than anybody else since they're the perfect couple
By Mr Grim
Appearances can be deceiving.
A poem dedicated to my violin!
Poetry | Updated Jul 14, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A short story nothing much.Enjoy!
Short Story | Updated Jul 3, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dominique Fortune
When a violinist looses her hand, she learns how to cope with her loss of her talent.
Poetry | Updated May 22, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I have been feeling sad for sometime, and i need to let it out, and what better way then to write about it.
Short Story | Updated Mar 19, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Philip Roberts
Verse about the melodic element of passing on.
Its a connection. That is the key that unites a melody, with a man, with a stranger. In a simple classroom two children discover what it truly means to connect. That single moment, that sharing, will change a thought. It might just change a life.
By Nightshade Bloodmoon
this is a personification essay of my violin.
Essay | Updated Sep 24, 2013 | Reads: 50 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Bertie hears about a COUGAR CONVENTION and registers for it hoping to run into some good looking older woman. And he meets Wendy and falls in love with her......
Kendall Thomas has lost everything she had hoped to treasure: first, the boy she loved more than anything in this world and than, her eyesight in a car accident. Strong, stubborn and a Julliard graduate, she lives with her Uncle and Aunt for three years but decides to move out of their place and...
this poem doesnt rhyme but it tells a story about a girl
Oh the things I can do and the places I can go with my imagination. And no one ever has to know what I am thinking. P.S. The name on the cover art is my name from Wattpad!I did not steal it, although I didn't draw it.
It is a feeling I had felt.
When it rains
May it be drizzle
May it be thunderstorm.
A scenario of my imaginations.