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  • Poetry » Other

    A/N: This is the first poem I've written in over a month, so I'm sorry it's rather, um, odd? Inspired greatly by the cute guy at Starbucks. Hello,I’d like to ...

    Explosive_Pen - Thu Sep 03, 2009 12:10 am

  • Short Story » General
    It Has No Heart, Only Soul.

    "What memory is inspired by the word 'chalk?' Write it down."(note: from a writing prompt generator) Its screech will pierce you. It has no heart, only soul. The children at ...

    Angels-Symphony - Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:42 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Wolf, the Storm, and the Firebird

    Dawn was one of Igy’s favorite times of day. Her other favorite time was dusk, because the one thing they both had in common was a fiery sun peeking over ...

    jojo48 - Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:57 pm

  • Article / Essay » General
    College Essays

    When I look at my dad I see several things. I see a middle aged man with wrinkling skin, a business man with too much on his mind, and father ...

    VivelaMusique - Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:00 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » General
    A cruel Reality part 2

    *this is a continuation of teh first piece of writing... Her eyes suddenly widened. She loosened her grip on the documents when he gazed at her with her mouth opened ...

    foxfire - Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:26 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » Fanfiction
    Luminescence: Part Three - A Twilight Fanfic

    Here you go!Sorry it's been a while xStill unedited... once all parts are up on YWS, I will edit. Promise x*********************************As soon as we were outside, Leah and Seth phased, ...

    MissMiaFacinelli - Wed Sep 02, 2009 6:58 pm

  • Short Story » General
    wait and see

    The hospital it was so clean, so sterile. The spotless white walls made me feel like I wasn’t welcome. Nurses threw us empty stares and half-hearted smiles as we passed ...

    cutie1996 - Wed Sep 02, 2009 6:00 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Standing Back

    I find myself looking back,questioning, reflecting on what had happened.I close my eyes and delve into past memorieslosing myself to who I once was.Slowly, but surely they open,the doors of ...

    FrontlinePillar - Wed Sep 02, 2009 5:31 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    A Sketch of Winter

    Winter is a sketch void of color but sharp and sure. It is also wispy like bare branches in the wind.The desolate mood is company to one such as me.And ...

    jojo48 - Wed Sep 02, 2009 1:17 pm

  • Short Story » General

    This is the prologue of the book I'm writing:Rain battered the windows of the porthole and lightning temporarily illuminated the dark sky. The girl was buried in her mother’s arms ...

    jojo48 - Wed Sep 02, 2009 1:12 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic

    Time gives us a present,Even a past and a future.It;s the bottom line.Without it, we wouldn't be whole.Time makes us who we are,And so much more.It's taken for granted.Every day, ...

    xXMasterXx - Wed Sep 02, 2009 5:17 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Let Me Die

    Let Me DieThe whole world's laughing,Yet I don't understand the joke.Will somebody please clue me in,'Cause it's agonizing to be this miserable.Everybody sees in technicolor,but I-Only shades of grey.

    Live - Wed Sep 02, 2009 3:55 am

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Sisterly Love [3]

    Chapter Three Even though the night of the art show had been a whirlwind it made Shelia and James’s friendship even better. Now they were best friends, every free moment ...

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    SASSYLADY333 - Wed Sep 02, 2009 3:41 am

  • Short Story » Romantic
    To Love Or Not To

    well, alright. i guess i was in one of those moods. seriously, guys, this isn't normally what i write but i keep writing when i'm in one of these moods ...

    Pozoe12 - Wed Sep 02, 2009 3:39 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    What's Left

    What's Left?The air is not a pillow and the earth is made of stoneAnd life is full of choices and we face them on our here are some who faced ...

    Collision - Wed Sep 02, 2009 1:37 am

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