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By Elena Benward
The poem describes the inner thoughts and feelings of an office worker who dreams of a better life.
A poem intended to talk about the downtrodden, the disillusioned and the disheartened in Our Modern Generation.
15 year old Luke can't wait till he's 16. Because then he'll be free. Follow Luke as he re-tells his version of his life at
Ango is struggling to keep the house and keep Hansel healthy and happy. Ideas dwindling and the haze of hunger over taking both of them she decides an impossible decision. Facing the new world filled with vampires, werewolves and demons her true nature surfaces. What she must do is what she does...
By Billy Casper
A Reason for Living - Prelims to a Powerful and Compelling True Story of a Childs Fight for Survival from Abusive Parents
Lief, a young adult working at the palace in the kingdom of Elegand is a energetic carefree character in the public eye. His occasional nonsense causes the people around him to think ill of him.
One day, two new workers arrive. Sister and brother, Arianna and Aiden who lived on the streets...
By Fen Vank
One day Frank is disturbed by a deafening sound. He finds a man with a sledgehammer who tries to bring down his house. How will he cope? Will he?
This is my most worked-upon story so far. Please, if you find the will to read it, try to give me some of your reactions and feelings in comments....
By Bill Rayburn
A Hispanic Stanford grad goes undercover in Central CA as a migrant farm worker. (approx. 3600 words)
In Christ, we are all His children and much more! :)
Poetry | Updated Mar 11, 2012 | Reads: 627 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
FICTION: My parents invited me for lunch... But when I got there I found them dead, hanging by their own lives thread. What will happen next?
Hope you all enjoy this one:) it's a work it progress. Xo.
We all know everything is made in China... including the Apple products...
By Judgment Seat
A short story I wrote for my creative writing class......the intro was kinda of last minute but everything else is good I guess haha.
Short Story | Updated Oct 20, 2011 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
You stand it up, the old ugly stained sponge, away from the front of the Better Homes and Gardens pretty picture you are setting up, or near the brighter newer required sponges sparkling in the front of the dish counter in the kitchen where you, the Interior Decorator of your Own Home, reside. ...
My name is Ashly and for the past several years I have worked as a female escort. I started out by advertising in the now extinct Craig's List "erotic services" section. Having lived with my grandparents for most of my childhood, moving to Portland from the Oregon Coast gave me a chance to spend...
This was inspired by my amazing dad and the poem 'Those Winter Sundays' by Robert Hayden, which is one of my favorite poems ever. I don't thank my dad enough for all he does, and I realized that today after coming home from lacrosse practice that I got up early for and did chores for the first...