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This is my first completed poem. I hope there are not too many errors. Please critique! Thanks!!!! Hero She sits back in her chair, Remembering the old days. The days ...

Chapter 4: Running from danger with my love Alex spun the steering wheel to the left and depressed the brake with both feet. The truck dove out of the overgrown ...

t's windy. It’s always windy in New Mexico. Dirt pelts like tiny bullets into my face, hair flying around madly. I look around at my desert surroundings that are so ...

Keeping to myself is hard, especially now God chose your life as a discard. What happened to happy, what happened to you and me? After you slipped away from me, ...

Chapter 3: Falling To our Knees, We Succumb The world’s militaries are competing for what little recourses are still usable to the human population. The United States’ resources have been ...

473 Appolossa Ln. Eps 00: The Time Warp (Again) Not to be confused with the Rocky Horror Picture Show song entilted 'Lets Do The Time Warp (again)' The Pilot Scene ...

Hey, so I know I keep doing side projects but it actually helps a lot with my writers block on Welcome to Miami! Chapter five should be out soon enough ...

“Are you nervous?” Mom asked. “Not at all,” I replied unconvincingly. My knees were shaking, but Mom ignored this and I tried to sound confident. I thought back to everything ...

I wrote this a couple of years ago for a school assignment. One of my teachers was rather impressed. I hope you enjoy it and please leave some honest feedback/suggestions ...

After taking a two year break from writing novels, I have decided to take up my pen again and start a new project. With no further adieu, here is my ...

What will you do If such ThIngs KeEp you in being what you dreamed to be? Uncertain.But I mysElf IsoLate those things let a fence or wall obscure you for ...

Today is the day I tie the knot and as I do, I remember what my life was like, what was my lot before the day I tied the knot. ...

010. Dirty, Sloppy Hearts That afternoon, we walked together to Nina’s house. As I walked up the stairs, the wood creaked, whispering to me about how long it had been ...

All my pain is self choosen. My life is just a game. Take a good look at my wrists, at all of my veins. All the scars they spell out ...

Chapter One “You’re insane.” “Dude, you’ve been telling me that since we were five. It’s never stopped me before, do you think it’s going to now?” I said with a ...