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I wish I could tell someone How I feel These feelings tear me up inside but I still smile so no one can tell How I feel The weight on ...

****DON't read unless finished with The mafia... part one Captain Jonathan Ende set the intercom radio back in it's cradle and stared at his hands. He had been doing this ...

Just incase you didn't see my post on Ice Cubes #18 My creative writing teacher wants to send off Ice Cubes so I won't be posting it for a while, ...

Proluge A screech of pain ripped through the cool night air. “Wintermoon! Wintermoon! Come quickly Shrewtail is having kits,” a cat cried. “Calm down Twilightstripe, I’m coming,” Wintermoon

A Love letter| TO MY ABUSER The human brain is split into two halves, the real and the made up. The fiction and the fact. The dreams and reality. This ...

"The Flower Not The Knife" - Sliced & Diced Version Look on the bright side of life, think of the flower not the knife. One can be bleak, but there ...

Where you can share your lyrics and discuss why you write them. you can post any lyrics, from one of your stories to what you feel right now. This is ...

This is the last part in my Greek myth I made up for my correspondance. It may seem a bit rough in some place, because I've added some stuff quickly. ...

Philosophy of the Dark-Chapter 16: Hey guess what? I don't think there's any prophanity in this one! Chapter 16-One night to choose-On both accounts She was halfway to 'the spot' ...

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Within a nest of charts and diagrams, Phyllis Brook bumbled about, mumbling to himself. He was never at rest, filled with a restless, frenetic energy that saw him propelled all ...

Philosophy of the Dark- Chapter 15: Mild language Chapter 15-Finally Free The entire ride home was spent in laughter, as was the walk into the house. Everything was funny for ...

"Oh my friggin God, Katie is such a whore." We were at Rachel's birthday party and i had just entered into a conversation with Morgan and Bridget. "What did she ...

Philosophy of the Dark- Chapter 14: One questionable word. Chapter 14-Purposes-On both accounts She cried far into the night, tears soaked her mothers shoulder.“It'll be okay,” her mom said repeat

I’m a burden. I was the catalyst that raised the flames. Made your life hell and even wished it upon you. Held teary eyes to your face of emotionless. Wished ...