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Prepare your arms for many embrace,that’s what it takes to finish this race. You call it “life,” but I call it “battle,”so cock your guns and clean your barrels.Fire and ...

Have you ever felt that need inside?Like you just want someone’s chest to cry into, And a solid body to hug that’s not your mom?You have that gut feeling in ...

Hi guys, it me PenNPaper.This is another of my stories, there may be a few errors as you read it. Still, hope you enjoy it.I stared hard at the figure ...

So, it's been a while since I've written. I had this idea a while ago, so i hope you like it. Please review?In her room, the girl was scratching away ...

The night grew dim and my heart became heavy. It beat against my chest trying to escape my wounded soul. One, two, three times too many did the metallic, invisible ...

The picture of Ella and Allen, embracing each other in front of a tropical sunset, is a prized possession in this cursed household. It was their honeymoon. They never take ...

I still remember,I remember when the universe began.All sound and colourswhirling twirlinglovingachingAnd then...nothing.I remember the joy,When the first star was born.Bringing with it a new age.And

Chapter IV - EscapedTerrin crashed through the door. Bryn coward in his shadow. "What the hell have you done Cela?" he yelled. Cela gulped."What do you mean Terrin?" She replied ...

So, it's been a while since I wrote this, but I thought it was O.K. A little feedback, please?I hoped this day would never come, but here it is. I ...

Mothers tell you they love more ways than one.There's the pure love they radiate that comes from caring for you.There's also that understood love that they'll trust you to make ...

PrologueIt was a new world. Full of coke, drinks, and easy girls. Who knew I’d be in the middle of it all? I wasn’t from here, I didn’t belong. I ...

A/N: Hello! I'm back with my awfully sketchy poetry. This is an improvement of theme for me, since my last poem posted here was all dark and stuff. I tried ...

Tears are warm and freshBut you don't see themYou can't even seeYour own selfish, cold heartMy hands shake uncontrollably But you don't feel meYou can't feel the pain of my ...

Poetry fails meI'm a prose kind of personAs you can gather.

Every day I risk my life, but the feeling of saving other people warms my heart like hot coca in the dead of winter. Every day is a new adventure, ...