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By Evangelina Samuell
How do you explain colors to a blind man? How can you give him sight?
By Shiloh Frey
Once and a while we all have these moments when we feel that this is what life should be like, everything is in balance. I had one when I was walking from school, I saw that this tree was like many people I knew. The tree isn't lonely, it exists, it's content, and it brings encouragement to others.
Poetry | Updated Apr 20, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
I've often wondered, "how would you describe colours to someone who couldn't see?" And recently I started watching a series where the main character is blind and it brought up the question again. How do you describe colours to someone who can't see? So I decided I'd try to do just that, describe...
By The Story Lord
Annie's best friend, Kate, moves to Alaska, and Annie flies down to visit her for a few weeks. But something goes wrong, and things become far from the peaceful vacation they both hoped it would be.
A story of a young man who believes he has an extraordinary ability, he can see the future.
By Evangelina Samuell
There are many types of love, and for each love, there is a color. Here are some of the basics.
Today, as I am writing this story, I am already out in the streets. Only with a yellow umbrella and a blanket, I would rather use my own way of peace and love to show my mom how I really feel. I just hope she would listen.
Short Story | Updated Oct 18, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
poetic description of carpet of leaves in autumn
True love holds out over tragedy. A good sense of humor and attraction can over come many things. Including the wreck of the day that last thirty years later.
The fictional account of the real Yellow Emperor of Ancient China, and his adventures with the Yellow Dragon. My way of explaining why the yellow dragon was so revered above all other dragons.
By Macaroni Mario
color my heart. rip it. spit on it. what is that scar? Who gave me that gouge?
Poetry | Updated May 22, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Jennifer Brighton
Where's the rush? There's nothing but time.
By Culford Smith
A western short, but becuase of its length IÃ¨ll have it divided into a small number of chapters.
This is tale of a six shooter in a town of where they gamble for much higher stakes
the lost spring.....