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By Cassey Dracotone
A bit violent. Rune Akuma is a girl seen as wicked. But when she meets Xander, everything changes.
the tragic tale of a man in trapped in the depths of madness
A Collection of thoughts from Bridge of Time by Missy
Ainslie Rodgson is 15 years old when she dies, but death isn't what she imagined. She didn't go to Heaven; she's still stuck on Earth. While she wanders through town she comes across a strange, glowing man. An angel, whose name is Tacktus; it's his job to help Ainslie and it's Ainslie's job to...
Who wants to play second fiddle to their partner's bit on the side?
Postmortem Care; Just another dayâ€™s work in a Skilled Nursing facility. A compelling true story written by the author of Bridge of Time by Missy.
This is my first novel.. It's a real story of a girl named ALISHA.. Who is young, smart and beautiful.. Ambitious, trying hard to get into perfect profession.. But at mid of her study at university, she was being suffered for being so kind, helpful, polite and friendly..
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Gossip, rumours... what's it all for?
It's kind of hard to sum up a poem
Ainslie Rodgson is 15 years old when she dies, but death is not what she imagined. She didnâ€™t go to heaven; sheâ€™s still stuck on Earth. While she wanders around the town she died in she comes across a strange, glowing man. An angel, whose name is Tacktus; itâ€™s his job to...
Novel | Updated Sep 17, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 2
By A Esha Lee
. . . . The fluttering pages seal my fate, the story of yearning is mine to wait
Poetry | Updated Jul 18, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Read it and just see for yourself what it is about.
Poetry | Updated Dec 26, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
Society. The cold breathless bodies. Raged, loved, hated, saved, protected, love, Loved.