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I had thought this living arrangement would be simple: one girl, two boys, living together but leading separate lives. Iâ€™d vastly underestimated how easily and rapidly those lives could fuse together. I felt nauseous and torn apartâ€”my body standing on a fuzzy carpet floor, my heart...
By Simon Arthur
The Safola girls are sight seeing in Suva, Fiji while the Salofa boys have gone fishing. They meet back at their home on the Fijian island of Kadavu. They have a bbq feast and some goes horribly wrong. Read this story to find out what happens. This story was brought to you by the letter F.
Short Story | Updated Mar 5, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short poem written for someone very special.
A murderer is paid $5,000 to murder people....a wife willing to pay that money to kill her husband got to him a little too late.
Short but sweet! :D :D >:D
the forgotten ache of remembering.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jun 16, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I'm not sure what inspired this, except the idea of loss at what might be an unusual setting.
By Alice Heart
Third-wheel, bring along. That is what this is about. How in life sometimes its the people that the work the hardest that always become a third wheel.
Romantic, Cliched imagery combined with carnival/fair imagery. Ferris wheels can have many hidden meanings to it and can be compared to many things (As love can be too)Love is exciting like a ferris wheel, and love can also have it's downpours too. Just like the game/battle of...
Essay | Updated Dec 31, 2009 | Reads: 366 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Logan the Wolverine, finds himself in Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time.
carnival lights are blinding;;
Me and how I got my fear of tractors.
Caroline listens to the sugarcoated promises of the carnival.
Once upon a time, there was a witch who loved herself a dozen sleeping beauties.
By Susan Hartline Fouts
I wrote this piece in December 1994 when I was going through what I would call a nervous breakdown. My self esteem was at it's lowest and were it to go any lower I think it would have been death. I believe it was divinely inspired by God who could not and would not leave me in the mental state...