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  • Other » Narrative, Literature
    Reflections on Moving
    6

    Reflective piece on the events of part of a summer day.


    skorlir - Jun 4, 2013 - 3 min read

  • Other » Realistic, Literature
    Hope
    6

    something short about life inperticular.


    Nike - May 7, 2013 - 2 min read
    E - Everyone

  • Other » Narrative, Literature
    Me: The Beginning
    16

    Writing style: Stream of consciousness


    IamOne - Apr 1, 2013 - 7 min read
    16+ Language

  • Other » Literature, Narrative
    You tell me.
    2

    Yeah, whatever.


    spinelli - Mar 7, 2013 - 1 min read

  • Other » Literature, Other
    A riddle for you - What am I?
    4

    A short riddle I wrote when I had a spare minute. Plus I'm trying to catch my English teacher out with one.


    Cosmo - Feb 22, 2013 - 1 min read

  • Other » Literature, Other
    A riddle for you - What am I?
    3

    A short riddle I wrote when I had a spare minute. Plus I'm trying to catch my English teacher out with one.


    Cosmo - Feb 22, 2013 - 1 min read

  • Other » Literature, Spiritual
    A gift
    7

    When I go into a certain state of mind, my mind craves answers...


    IzzyKat - Feb 6, 2013 - 1 min read

  • 2

    Do not tell me, Oh, to not ask "What is it?" because, dang it, Prufrock, what if some of us just really want to know? You cannot insist and persist ...


    spinelli - Jan 18, 2013 - 2 min read

  • Other » Literature
    What am I?
    6

    My spine grows, teeth bite cold. Old as civilization knows, grand cavities so bold. I give challenge, teeth and spine to scale. What am I?


    Skyy - Dec 27, 2012 - 1 min read

  • Other » Literature
    And the trees move
    2

    There's this place I go for lunch most days. Type of joint middle aged woman clap about in low heels with dewlaps bulging over apron strings and blue eyeliner too ...


    solarbob - Oct 11, 2012 - 2 min read

  • Other » General, Literature
    Birdlike
    3

    I tasted the smoke, let it fill my lungs and proceeded to exhale, allowing the excess to swim in the air. Against the blue of the sky, the billowing cloud ...


    SpencerNolanRivers - Jun 25, 2012 - 2 min read


'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights