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By Chelsea Schermerhorn
Short Story | Updated Oct 10, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
It's about a short, but impossible love
Short Story | Updated Oct 4, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mikey Mccormack
This is a piece about a young girl who re visits her childhood place and realises that time has moved on- yet she has not..
Comments welcome (",)
Poetry | Updated Sep 25, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I dedicate this poem to my nation, India. I feel India is fast losing some of its precious gems. Stopping braindrain is our collective responsibility.
A kid explores death when he finds a dead bug on the floor.
Short Story | Updated Sep 17, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
Ever had a real good look at the world around us. This is my view...
Young writers should be encouraged, rather than mocked and hushed.
Poetry | Updated Sep 7, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
write back aboutt this
just some more of mmy ryhming words
By Carl Halling
West of the Fields, West of the Fields, Long Gone, Long Gone...
A TEENAGE BOY IN A BIG CITY FINDS HIS MAN HOOD BY HELPING PEOPLE THROUGH A NATURAL DISATER AND FINDING OUT WHAT THE IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE ARE.
Short Story | Updated Jul 19, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Carl Halling
A young man's travels through merchant navy college, London punk, drama school and southern Spain, all in those crazy late 1970s. Image: 1979?
Age detroys simplicity.
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when I was 16, enjoying that naive view of love and happiness that the last year or so of my life has managed to ware down a great deal! I have no idea whether my poetry is any good at all, so would REALLY appreciate ANY comments, praise or criticism!
Poetry | Updated Jul 10, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Bitter Irony
It's hard not to resent the thing you've lost. A sonnet.