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First day of middle school. Think WWYD, What Would YOU Do.
Jackie Simons figures it out in First Day of School; My Way!
Short Story | Updated Jan 17, 2015 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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Itâ€™s a dead end. Winter and I crouch down in a tiny corner thatâ€™s behind a giant trash bin. Iâ€™m breathing so heavily that I may need to shoot myself so the Mads donâ€™t capture us-and may I add- kill us. My head is spinning, and it somewhat feels like Iâ€™m not...
LET ME KISS MY WAY TO UR HEART
Poetry | Updated Dec 22, 2014 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Graded as presence you may make in this volume and the titles lots would endure in seeking makeup with every cost covered for a price. This is the signal layout in time and its measure. :)
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By Miss Coco
A response to a question
This is a poem I wrote for the late Carl Sagan, a scientist, astronomer and so much more that I have much respect for. He was responsible for many space endeavors to include the pioneer plaque, voyager space probe and SETI to name just a few. I have read many of his books and find that he was a...
Some people say I am mean, well I have news for you, its not me that's mean, its, well read on.
This is a poem about my first love. My first ever love for another human being beyond the type of love we have for our family, I mean passion and romance. It's a reminder to me that love comes and love goes, that all things must end. But it is also a reminder to me that I once experienced that...
Author: Aatish Taseer
Length: 563 pages
Publisher: Pan Macmillan India
The Way Things Were (English) 1st Edition
When Skanda's father Toby dies, estranged from Skanda's mother and from the India he once loved, it falls to Skanda to return his body to his birthplace. This is...
When I was young, my dad taught me something special and something that kind of stuck with me for the rest of my life. Although money canâ€™t buy everything, having no money canâ€™t buy you anything. If I had to put it out straight, I am rich. I have two cars, one apartment and perhaps...
taken from my book,
Poetry | Updated Aug 15, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kristjan Tiits
This is all that is going on in my soul. That's all the knowledge that comes out from me and that's everything i can do for the world. I don't want to be special. I just want to play my game of The Sims real life fair and square, but wealthy. I just wish to have money. I just wan't to play my...
In this world, being crazy isn't enough. It isn't enough to be corrupted with nightmares, to kill someone because you feel like it. No, in this world, you kill because it's an instinct. You tear at the body until it becomes nothing but flesh and blood. Why? Because you've been manipulated into...