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By Sharmy Tree
All we do is hide the torn bits of us,maintaining the smile but having a troubled heart
This is not a story ...its real life
God shows me a reality about life that i was missing. Something so simple that we all need to hear.
I will not let you down. I promise, I'll be different. Trust in me because I will give everything for you. My being is yours and to the heavens I proclaim it so. Forever shall I rest in the unsettling unknown before I forsake you. I am transforming for you. Into what I would be. Into what I am.
Three friends, who love surfing and hanging out,go to the flea market one day and find a 'special' shrunken head that provides three wishes. They soon figure out how everything happens for a reason.
Short Story | Updated May 10, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
Random poem written during class
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Jonathan Delacuso
Malcolm Sattler is a normal man with many regrets. His life has been a boring ride with no twists and turns for this man. Well, except one. Malcolm was once a part of a unsuccessful band called the 'Jam bros'. Once that dream fell apart, Malcolm only lived to survive. But a mysterious business...
Short Story | Updated Apr 18, 2014 | Reads: 78 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
This story is about a girl, who has hopes and dreams of an innocent life, and how her past experiences stop her from embracing them.
By Olivia Robinson
â€œYou ruin everything! Iâ€™ve spent my whole in your shadow, I wish you were never born!â€ mum gasped, â€œRachel thatâ€™s a terrible thing to say, â€œGet back here and apologise.â€ Rachel stormed upstairs without a word and didnâ€™t return.
This was the...
By Ned Godleads
Do you believe in fairytales?
It's just a lonely thought.
This poem, I don't care how many views, likes or dislikes it gets. This poem is how I feel about my dad, who I only saw twice in my life until he died when I was 5-6 years old. I really wish for him to be by my side but that wish won't come true. If you don't like this poem please try your best...
There is a reason you don't forget things, you can't help but remember them. Memories.
In class the past few weeks I've been writing poems as I think of lines to start with, I'll post all of them.