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Perfect is the Seven letter word for Unattainable. This is because Perfection isn’t possible. Perfection is boring. And try as you might You won’t be able to attain it. But hey, don’t get discouraged. Imperfection is wonderful, too. It’s not Perfection, But it’s much easier,... - Reviews > Music ReviewsPersonally, I don't like Justin Beiber's look. I like some of his songs, but I don't think he's cute. My favorites, like "Love Me" and "Baby", are very limited. So, in this Review, I'm going to list some of the bad qualities, and some of good qualities. ...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasySo, I’ll start this little story off with when I realized I had “superpowers,” as I called them when I was a kid. I was six years old. A cute six year old, I might add: I had about four and a half inches of blond hair, and the cutest dimples anyone’s ever seen. Back then, when light hit m...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyMy name is Riley Smiles. Stupid name, right? Well, I’ve lived with it for the past 14 and a half years, so bear with me, please. On the outside, I look like the typical 14 year old: Long blond hair, “purple” eyes that my Mom simply adores, about 5’5, and looks pretty enough to be a high ...
- Fiction > Fan FictionIt was summertime. My favorite season, partly because there's no school, mostly because I get to hang out with all of my friends at the same time. But where this story takes place is far from my birth state, Vermont. Sunny California is always alive with activity, both during the day and ni...
- Fiction > All FictionAs Anabel sat in her isolated cabin, an unwanted memory leaks into her subconscious mind. It was of her and her former best friend, Riley. They were 18 years old, and Riley had just had a baby girl. Margo, Anabel recalled, was only four months old when she died. Riley couldn't believe it. She w...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe Girl By The Bricks. That's what everybody calls her. Nobody knows how she got here. She was just...there. I know her,but nobody else does at Koggly Private School for Young Ladies. Some people say that she was found there as a baby, wrapped in linen and layed in a wicker basket, a ...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyIt all started out as a normal day. I got my lazy ar** out of bed, dressed, primped, and ate. My house was supposed to be a town house, but the idiots who built it made it too large to be a town house. 5 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, 3 floors (including the basement), and one occupant. Little did I know, ...
- Poetry > Free VerseRegret dances behind your eyes, I can see it. I see it. Hearts break after bad times, While blood boils with closed-up anger. The sun holds still in the sky, While mountains give the land them character. You have character. I can tell. So do I. And you why? Because, without character, W...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe night gives me protection From those who want to hurt me. Mountains teach me how To save the Earth. My heart takes me on a journey, And nothing can stop it. Not this time. I get a cut on my leg, But I ignore it. Blood tells me that I should be in pain, But I couldn't feel the pain...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy"Sky, who are you talking to the dance?" Jayda asked me. Three other heads swiveled towards me, all asking who I was taking. "No one. I'm not going" I answered. They all gasped as soon as the words left my mouth. Whoa-backup a little, Skylar. Wanna know about Jayda? She&...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsDay of the Pelican by Katherina Paterson really got to me. The story is about a family who is driven from their home and country by people called the Serbs. The main character, Meli, and her family are forced out of Kosovo, were their lives were. They then escape into the mountains, but the Serbs fo...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe moon gives me hope that i'll be with you again, But the night reminds me of dar times, Making me less hopeful. A trail of blood guides me to someone's death body, Panic takes over my body, Making me tremble and shake violently. Me regret hides my past failures, Making me seem...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe moon guides me to where I belong, And the night dreams are appering again, Making me sleep soundly. The sea teaches me about death As my bare feet touch the water. The stars remind me of happier times, Making all of the held back tears fall. But the sky tells me that it's okay, And ...
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