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a glimps of what the difference is from back then, to whats going to happen next. Not an oppinion of all people but those who are, average.

This poem was written by a close relative of James Fisher

My face was trembling in fear, as I walked very near. To the man who was my father, but then harder and hader it was, to notice him say Run, Run,..

To all the discusting people who did their part to increase crime in this world.

The urge was strong. very strong. an urge that I could not control. I could here her coming. towards me. I jumped into a tree top. she walked s..

The dark winds hissed across my face, the dark boney trees were bare and stiff. The bright midnight moon left its shadowy light glistering among t..

for all of those who are searching for a dream

This story is about a boy who goes through a unforgettable storm.