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A stand in the Vapor Mist trail
deaf ears to Criers wail.
Jackstand Alone amidst the crowbar Junkyard
leaning hard on a windless day.
Kid at the Corner store no Change No Chore
Super Clean Heat no Glory for evermore.
No pantolones only remembered stories
Posture of a Being on a Rocking Chair Leaning
Lazy Boy Palmetto Woods in Search
Of a Harvest with Spade in Hand
Land Grants a Grand Stand - a Full House.
Enclosed blinds, seeking Blind.
Wednesday Mornings ante Day of plenty
Spent waterfalls, an Ivy Wall Vine twined
By Ben Trayne
Theo is the world's very first actual artificial intelligence - a conscious machine. And by design, he is yet a child. If he is alive...is it possible he's the only one?
A BOY AND GIRL AND ASH WEDNESDAY AND MEMORIES OF SEX.
Poetry | Updated Feb 4, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Three teenagers kidnapped for unknown purposes. Injected and taught things against your wildest imaginations. Each given a gift or better yet a curse, which holds the power to unravel your comprehension of the human mind. A gift which will have you suddenly suspicious of your neighbor, friend,...
Wednesday Stevens was just another socially awkward teenager trying to survive yet another family move. One ill-equipped for what she would find in the forests of Shadyview. A story for those that love their stories packed with vampires, saving the world, and a just a bit of romance to give it...
READ PLZ!!! IF YOU DONT YOU MIGHT GO SAYING STUFF OR REGRET IS!! JUST READ IT PLZ DONT BE LAZY!!!!
Okay sorry about that. Well this is my first story on here, and I am just writing for entertainment not for a curior or anything so dont go
'oh this is bull'
'oh this sucks'
Carlos leaves Europe to try to find a new life in America. Do not read if you are easily offended. Credit for the song
this is a short story i wrote for school last year. It's a bad attempt at a murder mystery.
Short Story | Updated Jun 15, 2009 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Don Vito Corleone
What I'd feel or do on these days of the week...eh? On your comment, what do you do or feel like on the days of the week?...eh?
Your's truly...Don Vito Corleone.
One of my young online friends (Vanessa) needed some help writing what they call â€œalliteration poemâ€, for a school project. So she came to me, and so this is what I came up with.
Poetry | Updated Aug 8, 2007 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 5