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Is It Real? Tied: To be bound. I can't escape emotions. They haunt me. They stalk me. They watch me. But it isn't as if they're living in my dreams. ...

Before reading this I would like to note that in this story contains foul language and some mature content. So if you are not aloud to read that sort of ...

Note to all readers and critics! This poem is broken into the three parts. I rearranged the parts to place it in the way I wanted it to be read ...

Note to all readers! I'm looking for a better title to this story. If you have any suggestion let me know. If you would like to know anything about the ...

Before reading: Please, do not be too harsh in critiquing the stange words used and the odd plot. This is intended to be nonsensical to a point and it does ...

Written about a fourteen-year-old Canadian girl for fourteen-year-old Canadian girls. This is the journal of a soon to be fourteen year old girl, with big dreams, huge dilemmas, a hi-larious ...

These were just some ideas that I want to unleash: things buzzing around in my head. It's not my best work, far from it, but I enjoyed writing it. ---------------------- ...

Kill For You There's nothing I wouldn't do, Anything -- I'd kill for you. I see you walking down the hall. Can you see me? You walk right past me: ...

Part One Jule walked out of the airport. Her eyes roamed the streets. She smiled and then inhaled deeply. No doubt she could already smell the thick perfume of flowers: ...

From the Author: This piece is part of a novella I wrote about the fictional Daughter of Lepidus, inspired by a Classical Civilization's course I took and HBO's Rome. I'm ...

A final touch of eyeliner, the final smear of lipstick. The jacket feels rough against my skin, heavy. It’s made of wool, isn’t it? My stomach turns. Allergic, I must ...

From the author: This story is based off real life. I wrote it as an assignment for Writer's Craft. We're supposed to take a story from our life and use ...

At a palace in Alexandria, early that morning, a man dropped off a basket of figs. “For the Queen,” he commended, with a deep bow, before he left. * * ...

[NOTE. This is a loverly character-based story that I'm working on, and will--hopefully--go somewhere... Where? I'm not too sure yet. But I sure like Glen and hope you do too. ...

She pulled him closer, feeling every inch of his body tight against hers. Clawing, pulling at his shirt, and seeking out skin like an animal. Her want was raw; she ...