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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: 26 | 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: 21 | 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.....
Red and his friends just were traveling out to see a circus when they get trapped, now forced to perform the dex-holders must find a way to escape or be trapped forever.
Warning: Contains graphic and bloody scenes, child abuse and deaths. !!!Rewrite of the Original!!!
By Bobby Bazoo
Bobby Bazoo shares his non-fiction musings about life as a cab driver.
The book takes readers on a humorous romp through the oft-maligned profession of nighttime taxi driving.
Using his years of experience and pitch-perfect wit, Bazoo shows us all what it really means to work in a service...
Book | Updated Jan 21, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Hatred toward classroom chairs.
I am res and blue
But she says I am green
She is yellow-ish
I do not care what they think
I am a box of crayons
By Bobby Bazoo
In a scene straight out of a mystery film, a female passenger ducks into a cab and lays down in the back seat. "Just drive!"
Short Story | Updated Oct 1, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1