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Caveo of MortalitasA Story by Treo LeGigeoIn the midst of life we are in death. Life is precious. We must take while we can. |
Where is Home?A Poem by YanaA poem about confusion of where home is. |
the moving daysA Story by stolirealitySunday, July 26, 20091:03 PMMove # 4 since last August; move # 12 in the last 4 years; exhausting, damaging,hurtful and destructive. I'm sitting on pi.. |
Pick Me. Choose Me. Love Me.A Book by indiscreetisThis story's base came into my head while I was in my room one night, and I took it, and tried to make it amazing. It's an original, not a fan-fiction.. |
Fallen LeavesA Poem by Andy RuffettLook at the world before it disintegrates before your eyes. |
MoveA Poem by Aka_KitsuneJust thinking about changing my destiny and continuing to be a writer, what you guys think? |
celebrateA Poem by Tammy Tamiyou woke up today |
I'll Move OnA Poem by Tatiana LexiaAnna is pronounced "Ah-nuh" and Tiana is pronounced "Ti-ah-nuh." |
Your SaviourA Poem by MaanLooking for you, to hold my hand so that I can take you back where you belong. |
End of the LineA Poem by Harley (arbiter)bye |
All she had to sayA Story by FernandaPeople say you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. People say you never know how much you need it until you don’t have it a.. |
Before I Move OnA Poem by Krista WeissI wrote this a while ago and it's basically the same situation as Love Me Once Again. I hope you like it! The hidden message is: Don't forget about me.. |
To ToryA Poem by Becca BishopWe all have one friend that enters our life like they were meant to be there, and no matter what happens they're always a part of you. They change you.. |
My Granny's HouseA Poem by The NamelessA poem I wrote about my granny and her sentimental connections to her possessions |
Crimson ChangeA Poem by Navara-DesenOnce it starts it will never end, until nothing is left but a deep scar |
Escaping the UnknownA Book by Emma PondHopefully a novel that will get you thinking about things that are unthinkable. |
PrologueA Chapter by Emma Pondhe looked at me today. green eyes speckled with baby blue. wind-swept sandy hair falling over his brows. his lingering smile toying at those lip.. |
Chapter OneA Chapter by Emma Pond“Quit staring.” “Hm?” “I said to quit staring. He’s going to think you’re a crazy stalker chick like t.. |