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Life is a funny thing. Sometimes it treats you like the king of the world, or the insignificant loser on the street corner. Either way life is unpredictable, uncontrollable and undeniably great. Still our lives differ from everyone else’s, if they did not we would all just be carbon copies of one ... - Poetry > Free VerseThe etching on my window sill lead me to believe it’s over, I bare no truth in it’s company, I want to breathe I want to live I open up to all the dark things lurking in my soul and wonder can I bear what I have become and tell no one what I have done and hold no truth bound by the out...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe looks at me and I cannot feel anything. The fog that encloses me is dark and dank. The feelings of my arms and legs are gone and dead. I wish he knew this; I know he sees my face that’s why we’re in this position. At least that’s what he tells me. I knew this would happen welcomed it even. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseForeclosure, Moving on, Forgetting, All words that mean the same thing, Yet when my house was foreclosed on It was everything but closure. I cried, I screamed, I yelled, I cursed, I moved, I lived, I moved on. Who knew that moving was the thing that Broke me out, Set me free, Mad...
- Poetry > Free VerseWere you here I would kiss your lips, Yet darkness steals the warmth and life Were you here I would love you until the end of time, Time ended before I was ready. Hear me now: I love you so, Yet that was not enough for you. It makes me want to take the same path you did, At the same time, I ...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“Sorry. It just that… that I was in the war. I’m a lieutenant in the army. I lost a lot of friends; you know it’s hard to move on.” Abby was amazed. She wondered how old Gabriel really was; maybe he wasn’t as young as she thought. She looked at Gabriel’s face, it was cold and hard. The...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe day of Everton high school’s prom was the same that valedictorian, Abby Busoni, was arrested. The school was abuzz; she was wanted for the murder of a local hero, Lieutenant Shawn. The Lieutenant’s body was found in a small ditch, the blood had splashed everywhere into gouts from a gun shot ...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy2: Dawn of Darkness Annie watched the paramedic explain that her grandmother had suffered a serious heart attack and needed to be sent to the hospital immediately, “… so if the kids could come in another car that would greatly be appreciated.” “Thank you doctor,” Father Marcus turned...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe way I live is simple… by the book. By the letter, the alphabet is my only true companion, it alone allows me to speak, lie, and love. I write with passion because it is the only thing that is true, my love of writing it true, pure. Without that I don’t know who I am what my purpose is and ho...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy1: Beliefs Annie Grant sat in the pew with a book balanced on her knees. Her grandmother sat next to her uttering a slow unfaltering prayer. The old woman sat hunched over her bible listening to the preacher. Annie wasn’t, she didn’t really care for church let alone believe in anything; but she...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysterySit down!” Pete yelled now she could tell something was wrong, “Now Leslie I don’t know if your mother ever told you but she really hurt me.” Pete was pacing back in forth in the living room, “She ripped out my heart and stepped on it, and” his face was now turning red, “that dam Samue...
- Opinion > Love / RelationshipsWe have all had fights with our parents, its what families do. A big issue between my parents and me is lack of trust. I always thought that their nosy questions were simply because they were just so untrustful. Trust is something that you have to build; and I thought that after fourteen years, I wo...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryChapter 1 Sie-Vil, formerly sierra village, is a strange place. It is an abode with a bizarre edge. There are stories that are told, some true and others that are fake. However, this awkward part of the world, nestled between the grocery store and the drive in, is so unbelievable that sometimes w...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceThe soft clicks of the keyboard fill my senses as I write in a monotone color bursting with life. My world revolves around words and my thoughts washed cleaned by the simple simplicity of syllables moving across my tongue down my fingertips and into the blank easel of the screen. My eyes dart betwee...
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