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By Carl Preston
This is a summary of: Productivity: Get Things Done and Become More Productive in 4 Weeks
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By Carl Preston
This is a summary of: Be More Confident: Achieve your Goals and Change your Life
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Scott and his friend Amy have a boring day when some kind of flying object outside crushes into the ground and causes a giant gap in the ground. So Scott and Amy try discover what happens but they fall in.Do you think they will survive or perishe read the full book and you will discover what...
A short letter I wrote to my Uncle Geoffrey A Fout owner of Keagan's in Virginia Beach, VA who molested me when I was 5 years old. You can contact him if you wish at Keaganâ€™s 1-757-228-1787 or at his other number 1-757-204-4948. His public address as found on the internet is 3176...
There is no tomorrow, There is only this moment and once the moment is gone, there is no coming back...
If you love some one tell them before it's too late.
Short Story | Updated Apr 25, 2015 | Reads: 152 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
By The Roseless Thorn
This is a very small sample of work that I have recently been working on. Critiques would be great. I really want to improve my writing in so many ways.
This is basically about a teenager who considers herself lifeless, and often finds herself stuck in her own thoughts.
stay beside me
Into your arms
I feel safer....
(when you finish reading it at the end..start to read again at the beginning)
STEP INTO THE LIGHT OF THE HANDS OF CHRIST AND NEVER DIS OWN HIM FOR NOTHING OR NO ONE ALWAYS KNOW THAT THE DEVIL IS ALWAYS OUT TO SEEK WEAKER SOULS SO MAKE A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP WITH CHRIST EVEN IF YOU FALL AGAIN AND AGIN ALWAYS GET BACK UP AND KNOW WHO YOUR FATHER IS.... IN THIS SHORT STORY...
TITLE MEANS NOTHING TO ME
Poetry | Updated Mar 11, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There once was a time when we were.
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2015 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
â€œAll I know is you,â€ I whisper. At this point I think I really have his attention. â€œAll I know is you, and your scent, and the sound of your voice.â€
By Stephen O Neill
All acts of violence, whether perpetrated on an individual or a people are atrocious. None are less or more atrocious than the other. All are abysmal.
In order to fight a cause successfully you must have the means to do so and â€˜rightâ€™ on your side. But what is â€˜rightâ€™?
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
My story, expected to be in around 5 parts.