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Once upon a time there was a seventeen year old girl, who was broken and often scared. She had been through her fair share of pain and trouble, she always had a hard time with getting through life, and often found herself down and depressed. She was recovering from self-harming, and always though lo... - Nonfiction > MemoirMy first dog was an American Cockerspaniel named Abby, she truly was my dog. My family had her about four years before I was born, and she was purebred, papers, and everything. Then my mom found a stray pomeranian about six months after we got Abby, his name was Seth, and he was about the same age a...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceHer hands ran through her hair as she listened to her teachers talk. She knew that they were talking about her, but at this point she didn't care, no amount of lectures could change her at this point she was to far gone. Living in a world of depression, and cigarettes. She would be into harder ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThese scars on my arms tell a story They tell of a time of sorrow and loss They tell of a time of fear They tell of a time I lied to myself to say I was OK. These scars I covered for so many years Tell of a time I said I was OK when I wasn't They tell of a time I was down an...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou call me the Perfect Soldier. I salute you when told I stand at attention I have scary good Bearing. You can tell me how to move You can tell me what to do I am your puppet. You censor what I say You control what I do But you can't control my mind You can't control what...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceHe was always happy, he always had a smile on his face. Poking, pinching, laughing, he could make us all smile. Jimmy wasn't your average high school student. He was very loved, and enjoyed life. When we would be upset we could rely on him to make us smile. The school loved him. I was no differ...
- Fiction > RomanceValor looked at the picture above her bed. She should be able to take this. Her momma died… her sister died… she was alone in the world. Why couldn’t she grasp the fact that Bandy was dead, gone, never returning to her. Why couldn’t she grasp it? Was it that her sister had just died six mont...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe holds me close, careful not to make a sound. We see the bombs explode before us, but we still press on. We try to stay well hidden, knowing that the slightest movement will get us killed. He gives me a meal, and speaks to me softly, I know out here I am all he has. He talks about a wife and k...
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