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Knowledge Knowledge is what tears us apart, Leaving us in withered piles, Along the ground. Knowledge is what saves us, From epidemics,

**I have no idea where this came from the words just sprung into my head so review as harshly as you wish.** Leave me to, My pain; My suffering. Don’t ...

this is the companion to peanutgallery007's Daemeons Van's we are writing a book together and this is my version in my characters perspective. Under The Circumstances The distant thrum of ...

pronunciation guide:Girl=Tuli= ToolieBoy=Seacus= See cusStruck Sightless “How” Tuli innocently asks. She of all people has to be the one to ask the question that I have been avoiding for five ...

a lullaby that a mother in my book sings to her childern when she has to give them up. Oh, and i know how terrible it is. Precious blackbird Sleep ...

I know that i spelt 'day' wrong Falling to light Darker than dae, Brighter than night, He’s falling into that cold light. Without that warm illusion, Slipped over his eyes, ...

About a girl in my book who controls weather. ( A five minute poem) Lightning flourishes across the sky, I ignore the accusing eyes, Asking why. They want to know, ...

verboten=forbidden You marched our soldiers, Out to war. And my brother Followed suit Back he came, Verboten items In arms. A radio stood Amongst the mix, That shone Like bright ...

Oh, Harriet Why did you go? Why did you have to, Leave us so? You were my favorite, I loved you the best, The one who stood out, Among the ...

I wrote this a while ago, but I kept forgetting to post it. Faith Faith builds strong homes, Strong families, strong friends. When a souls last song is sung, Faith ...

I finally got to the first chapter, but I still haven't edited the prologue. I would recommend reading it to get a better understanding of this anyway though.Two years previousChapter ...

This is a homework assignment. We had to write a descriptive writing piece without a plot about a postcard that we were given. Here's mine, it is due tomorrow. Thanks.Sorry ...

Title is subject to change. [EDIT: Title was changed from "Noah's Story" to "Road Narrows"]What I have below includes the prologue and some of what I have written. Tell me ...

Here's the next part..I hope to have the third part up by the end of next week...or sooner. Tell me what you think,~Poem“Who was that?” She calls up to me. ...

And then they are bornThese small moments in whichWe ignore the value ofThese cherished laughsThat we have sharedOver our deepest secretsAnd hidden thoughtsWill all be brokenOn so few words,Tainted by

We had to write another chapter of The Giver by Louis Lowry in my English class. The first sentence is actually the last sentence of the book.But perhaps it was ...

This is an essay I did for school. I know it needs a lot of work. I appreciate all reviews. Auschwitz:Work Makes You FreeIn 1940, the small army barracks just ...

i'm not afraid of frogskin-my childhood hands claspedmore cold, sticky-toed frogsthan my adolescent fingersbrushed the minds of boys. i would listen for hourshoping the wind would carrythe call of the