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  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure
    Part II of my (hopeful) novel
    14

    Thanks to the er...4 people who reviewed the first part of this. If you would like to read the introduction please go here: Part I. Even though I appreciate the ...


    DarkerSarah - Sun Jan 23, 2005 4:27 pm

  • 4

    I sat hunched over the desk, scribbling furiously, hoping to get this history essay out of the way before tiredness at last took hold. My eyes were already beginning to ...


    Firestarter - Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:42 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Jungle
    4

    Sarah watched in horror as blood gushed from the wound on her sister’s neck. She lay there, motionless and bleeding. Her clothes were ripped and dirty, her hair in tangles. ...


    Willow - Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:39 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Stellenbosch
    4

    The place was old to say the least. It was built around the 1920s, long before Madison Palmer graced this earth. The dormers were bleak and plain, nothing distinguishing the ...


    Willow - Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:26 pm

  • 6

    Dusk hot pink lemonade bursts through the unquiet hush of an early twilight humming with insect wings (mosquito’s like fiberglass needles pinching plump peach skin) and yes there is the ...


    bubblewrapped - Sun Jan 23, 2005 8:19 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Forgiveness is a Virtue
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    SecretsI’m gonna tell you my secret; the one that I won't want anybody to know so be silent and don't flinch for the people around us can hear the fear. ...

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    Elizabeth - Sun Jan 23, 2005 5:04 am

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    I wrote this when I was 13, and just found it again. ~*blows away dust*~ Down on the streets of old Montgomery, where old memories go when they die, Lives ...


    Tara - Sun Jan 23, 2005 1:25 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Insanity...needs much work
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    Many tears make the pool The pool of insanity Which holds the empty and the soulless in its grip It feeds off of my blood Which rolls drop by drop ...


    Misty - Sat Jan 22, 2005 11:46 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Listening to Your Stories
    12

    well, here's a poem of mine that doesn't make any sense. it's also in the random section, but even though it makes no sense at all, I LOVE IT...and yes, ...


    Chevy - Sat Jan 22, 2005 4:00 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Nature of Love
    4

    Come into my fields of love. Run among my golden crisp ground. Run among my sapphire river. Don’t run upon my heart. My feelings are sole for you. Bask in ...

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    Elizabeth - Sat Jan 22, 2005 2:34 am

  • Article / Essay » General
    The Horse
    3

    Let me tell you a story. Now please, don’t interrupt me and don’t ask anything until I finish. It was a hot summer day, much like this one. The sun ...


    StormLord - Fri Jan 21, 2005 9:43 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Can't Always Depend on Me
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    I can’t stay right beside you all the way, I have to leave you now, Sorry, but you can’t always depend on me. I was there in the beginning before ...


    Chevy - Fri Jan 21, 2005 3:51 pm

  • 7

    Three People and Falling Stars She knelt down and poured words though her fingers like sand They spread out over the liquid ground that became the sky And they slid ...


    Sabine - Fri Jan 21, 2005 4:27 am

  • Short Story » Romantic
    White Eyes
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    The jagged edges of last year didn't really sink into this year. The colours of everything just clashed and made the most horrible noises, but there was nothing I could ...


    Liz - Fri Jan 21, 2005 2:55 am

  • Article / Essay » Review
    Shakespeare
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    Ever read Shakespeare? I'm partway through Romeo and Juliet...kinda confusing language, but it's quite beautiful when you look at it. Although it leads to provoking thoughts. *lol* since the actors ...


    Sam - Fri Jan 21, 2005 1:46 am


It's unsettling to know how little separates each of us from another life altogether.
— Wes Moore, The Other Wes Moore