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A fleeting Moment Or a long troubled time These are the hardships The hardships of time We all endure We all go past But remeber our rigors Will never last ...

I posted this on another post on YWS. It may not seem much but I'm not giving much away at the moment. I will be posting more soon. Prologue A ...

Thanks for the previous crit guys This part won't make much sense if you didn't read the first part, but I hope this gives the story a bit more flesh. ...

Speech In Response to “Abortion” Abortion is a general term. It would be simply vacuous for one to suggest that pro-choice individuals see abortion in the same way that pro-life ...

Not sure if anyone is still reading this. Eh, might as well see. The door opened then, making a grinding noise as it went, like rock against rock. Amelia watched ...

I honestly do almost have a headache after writing this!! I've never done anything quite so hard!!I could only do three and a half lines on the last stanza due ...

Sorry if the format is wrong, i don't usually write poems As I start my day I start it with you. Do you know I'm with you? Every second every ...

This Is The Anatomy Of Heartbreak “Hun” I said, quietly. “Yeah” He said in return. The worry in his voice led me to believe that he had perhaps suspected my ...

1310 A.D.Feast and Frost Perched atop the old mound in the Warwick Castle courtyard, shivering in the cold February air, sat two young girls of twelve, each one covered in ...

I was laying in bed one night when I thought of this...I was hungry too Well anyways it probably has some problems... __________________________________________________________________________ “Hey

My Dad (a comic piece, read if you fancy a giggle and feel free to PM me on a Dad rant!) I’m pretty convinced that my Dad is beginning to ...

In my house there are two rules: follow the rules, and don’t get caught if you don’t. My momma works all day to pay for the rent, and my dad ...

Just a little bit of prose inspred by Mazzy Star. She's a legend. The rain pours down. Wet. Splashy. Noisy. But I don’t notice. I don’t notice the cold, the ...

His eyes twist and sparkle when I look at him, the colour around unnaturally expanded pupils flickering blue and green and amber. They are like lights against a window pane, ...

Private Proctor is Shot Dead Jessica Bruce Saturday, June 14th, 1777; Manchester, VT Arrival. Out came the kit from the silver Toyota, starting with the red waistcoat. Simple enough, and ...