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Yells, Screams, Echoes That's all I hear. The star studded life of mine: In shambles. The girl in my dreams, Wrecked beyond repair How exactly had I come to this? How exactly had I led my life to its demise? Scarred, Beaten, Bruised That's all I feel. Thats all I'll ever fee... - Poetry > LimerickOne, a girl of wealth and mirth, The other, not a cent of noble birth. One, a golden star alight, The other, facing Darkness’ plight. One, blooming to a blazing peak, The other, struggling to make ends meet. One, encircled forevermore, The other, left broken, hurt unsure. Both of them to...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“I said I’m sorry, Jamie. Will you please, please, please just forgive me?” Hunching my shoulders further, I readjusted my heavy backpack and stuffed my fisted hands in the pockets of my navy hoodie. I ignored her. “Jamie! Just stop it, okay?” Cathy placed her slight self in front of...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionIvy’s grave is beautiful—lovely. I’m sure if she were here today, she’d point out how ironic it was that the nicest thing she’d ever received was given to her after she passed. She’d say it in such a contempt way that you’d be left speechless. I’d know—she was my best friend. We...
- Poetry > LimerickShe floats across the midnight stream And all the world is hers to dream. She clasps her bosom on the morrow, As she mourns the loss of heartache's sorrow....
- Poetry > LimerickSheltered by my forest roof, Blockaded by my heartening stoop; And upon the blackened char, I live on in a separate world afar....
- Poetry > Free VerseI stop, turn and swivel around. It's as if someone had called my name -- From the past. Behind me, my previous life lines up. Like soldiers parading through, So tough, so out of place, A distressed omen. Outlined in white, like the Naivete I still clutch close. I examine my troops. Fa...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe world is blurry through my eyes— Nothing in focus. But as the bus moves and blurs life for them, The pictures through the windows—I see with every crisp detail. And it paints me a picture. I see....
- Poetry > Free VerseHow does one go through life without a black t-shirt? Do we not need to be hidden at times? Do we not have moments when we wished we were masked? Or are we just ignorant that nothing ever lasts?...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe just wants to weep. To break down and cry out all her problems. To put an end to this misery. Life makes no sense. It has no meaning. To her. How does she struggle on? Why? Because she has the heart of a soldier. And that's enough....
- Poetry > Free VerseI can't speak of love As I've never felt it I wonder What is it? Is it describable? If it's as good as that, should it be describable? Love is something I'll never understand — not even in its presence....
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI ran in the dark. Searching. Searching for a life I lost. Searching for a beginning but hoping for an end. I wandered aimlessly tracking and re-tracking painful memories and shattered dreams never accomplished. I rested when needed but was off before I could gain roots. Then my travels took me off ...
- Hot Topics > What MattersOkay, so nobody’s perfect. Nobody is naturally innate at everything, nobody is born without flaws. We got that covered. But why is it we stride for that? Why do we even bother trying when we know it is not humanely possible to obtain that state of mind in our pithy mortal lives? Can’t we...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe taints the world pink As it reflects in her glossy eyes She sweeps the minds and hearts of all who pass With a single swish of her flowing hair She cheers up the most deep-set black hole With a single quirk of her luscious lips The world bows at her feet As she gracefully flows in...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy skin is hard ice. In a frozen life. Hope, Hate, love — They all shatter against my steeled skin. I may as well be gone. Cracks in my armor Have sealed up indefinitely. I no longer feel anything Or care. If a tide should sweep me up in a merciless toil, Desert me. If heat shou...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe sky paints a picture. In its vastness, the meaning is lost. Smoldering at the Eastern peak, smogged by Tufts of grey clouds, each one—a puncture. A puncture to the heart. But through the dismal display, blueness seeps out of Red loneness. Slowly, white puffs submerge the grey, and red d...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt hurts, you know. It hurts to be pushed away. It hurts to be rejected. It hurts to be told wrong. It hurts to taste the bittersweet of unrequited feelings. It hurts to be led on, then tossed aside like a meaningless piece of trash. It hurts to be shoved aside when things are just going good....
- Reviews > Book ReviewsTrance. The title in itself is enough to leave you dangling on the edge of anticipation. The minute I picked up this paranormal thriller and leafed through the first few pages, I was hooked. I did not put it down until I had finished the whole thing. Linda Gerber did an outstanding job tunin...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureI inadvertently flinched as the resounding echo of the doorbell pierced the quiet and snapped me out of my happy land of fiction quite rudely. Sighing, I rolled off the couch placing my bookmarked novel on the coffee table and dragged myself to the door. The ringing persisted and I was soon ...
- Poetry > Free VersePoetry is an escape. A pen leaks not ink, but life's jumbled meanings. A poet is merely a vessel through which To communicate To them. It is not a gift. It is life....
- Poetry > Free VerseTrivial meanings amass our lives. A false being, a false accomplishment. How does one thing matter to someone, Yet none to another? How can something be counted, Yet so easily erased? Why is it that, as humans, we deem it Reasonable to change ourselves, Change others? How can one define ...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureCold, hard rain pounded on the cement sidewalk, sinking into my freezing bones. Leave it to Jacob to be late on such a gloomy day. Sitting under the bus shelter proved useless since water managed to trickle down through a small gap in the roof. It splashed down repeatedly on the bench beside me...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionClicking heels. Shuffling papers. That’s all that could be heard in room 316, tenth period. Not a whisper or breath was discernable in the cramped room, just the constant click and shuffle. Click… Shuffle… Click… Shuffle… Click… And it was driving me nuts! Actually, it was putti...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryI didn’t expect anything interesting to happen this summer. Nothing ever does. But apparently, life had something else in mind. It started the minute we arrived at our summer cottage. Mr.Deanner, an old friend of my parents, came out to greet us. “Hello, hello. It’s so good to see you. Why L...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“No,” I stated defiantly, getting all in his face. Brian looked taken aback. He quickly regained his predatory stance. “What did you just say, newbie?” “Oh puh-lease, dude. Quit the tough act. We all know you have as much brawns as you do brains, which isn’t really much. Even I cou...
