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A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON AND PLANNING A WEDDING DAY AGED 8.
Poetry | Updated Jan 13, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When you think of a runaway woman in a dress you think of a bride, right? This is not the case.
When Lacey's best friend gets engaged, she immediately asks for Lacey to be her maid of honor. All the planning and love gets Lacey thinking about how much she wants to find love and how much she...
A couple goes through wedding day stress, and then some.
A middle-aged woman pulls out her old wedding dress.
Short Story | Updated Jan 2, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Wedding poem about a lost girl marrying the love of her life who is a military man who does not want to commit.
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2014 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Maria Knight
When it's not meant to be
By Ted Gerard
What would you do to save the world?
This is a short story I made for a Christmas Contest!
Short Story | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A man nervously prepares for his wedding, that is only a half hour away.
Short Story | Updated Dec 1, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mona Lisa
It's the day. The day of the wedding.
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Short Story | Updated Nov 27, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about a tragic loss on what would have been a very happy day.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Adriano Bulla
A wedding, a celebration of polyamory and polygamy: four gr4ooms (or brides) walk down the aisle, each with their vows, each with a moment in their lives to remember: maybe, in another universe, how things could have worked in the novel The Road to London.
Suspicious hearts are always caught up wanting to go and wishing to stay. Its hard to let go but this song is for anyone in a rough spot in there relationship. Let me know what it means to you?
This free verse is about a little golden ring that I always wear on my thumb. It belonged to my dad before he died. I wear this ring with pride and every time I look at it it reminds me of him.
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.