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A noodle above the restA Poem by MandaBearThis is for my good friend Noodlehead! I will link her profile in the Note box at the bottom so you can go check her works out! |
Poem 5. SUMMER FRIENDSA Chapter by DhayeMissing the “Kabayan Atin Ito” Group. I am not so active these school days. |
'Anne Brewsters Visit'A Story by Will NeillAnne Brewster is visited by a young woman, some one she may have known from her past. |
My best friendsA Poem by MandaBearTo Jamie Cook and Runswithflyingdolphins. My best friends |
Iron CafeA Story by Earl SchumackerAn Archeologists food for thought |
Spinning, Spinning Spinning Blue Wheel of Writer's..A Poem by Frieda P~so tired of the spinning, spinning, spinning is anyone else getting dizzy... |
The People HereA Poem by AntoñyoA random Cyberland excursional |
Sweet dreams are made of this...A Story by MariamDedicated to L.T.“I can’t believe it, Mary… I can’t believe .. |
Chapter 2A Chapter by TheOutsiderChickSecond chapter. Beep! Beep! Beep! Oh, what I stupid noise! Why I just can sleep? It was hard but I finally opened my eyes. It's 9:06. S**t! I'.. |
Chapter 3A Chapter by TheOutsiderChickThird chapter.Okay, I lied. It wasn't like Jeremy didn't knew me in school. And it's not true that we never been in relationships. With each other.. |
The Midnight CafeA Story by Hailey BruceAndy Hertz deals with an eccentric regular at his first job in the city. |
Not ready yetA Poem by lizzzita3Lovers in a cafe |
Frie-domA Poem by Eric PudalovThis poem is dedicated to my friend Frieda Pickle. Thanks for your inspiration! |
Eco-friendly espresso bean extract for excess fat ..A Story by NalackenThese are definitely uncooked products in inexperienced espresso normal extract that could be obtained by a variety of thermal processes. The abnormal.. |
Chapter 4A Chapter by TheOutsiderChick"Hello?" I pick up the phone, still sleepy."Izzy?" I hear man's voice, a very well known man's voice."Gosh, Jeremy, it's early." I yawn and look to cl.. |
The Sun DialA Poem by mackenzi_drewphotographing an old sun dial in a blizzardcold winter breath surroundscigarette smoke wisps, alluring woman in a doorwayshe lead me to an attic an.. |
ScorpionA Poem by YouoweYoupayYou'd be fortunate if I don't catch the sight of you. |