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By River Song
Just a little poem for my writing class- I would love your opinions! (Inspired by 'The Fault in out Stars')
Poetry | Updated Apr 24, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
This is The Fault in Our Stars told from Isaac's point of view.
For over 300 years Spain has claimed Gibraltar back from the British Government. At every opportunity and at all costs, the Spanish Government has tried their luck in getting their hands on the Rock of Gibraltar. In previous referendums Gibraltarians have unequivocally said â€˜NOâ€™ to...
I was relishing the thought of more chocolate -as I chewed thoughtfully on this sweet treat-pondering on why some or most are so addicted to it's sweet flavour-drawn by it's dark brown or white shining colour? Why it seduces most.
I wrote this from my experiences (some) in life.
I have discovered/discovering the seed of love The Lord has planted in each heart.May it grow to reach out fingers to all.
By Honeybee Lilico
wrote this sitting by the side of a lake, watching geese swim around. I've always prefered geese to swans, perhaps as a middle child I feel an innate sympathy towards the underdogs, the overlooked, the second best. Or it could be because in the Christmas play at school, I was always cast as a...
By Madeline Waters
This is for Ripplingwaters' Element and Mythical Creature Challenge.
On the day before Aida's fledging, she starts to become worried. Deathly worried. She knows that she's been born to a family of power, so nothing can really go wrong, but she's still...
As Tidias searchs forest, through forest, field through field, and woods through woods all over the world he can't find the medillion. The Medillion. The only thing he needs. But where is it!
Severus Snape's 16th birthday comes and goes, bringing with it several mysterious events that will shape the rest of his life.
A night with the stars and my friends...but still missing the one person you love most.
A short simple poem about calming, comforting waters.
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
By Proud American Lover
Dying American Opportunity of owning your own business
By Ray Mishpat
Do not maiam: de sea, de mountains and de land.