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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

Tags : People

Oh England

Oh England

A Poem by marielondon


Maybe this nothing,but I feel like it’s something. I always search too deeply to find meaning. Maybe that isn’t really living. H..
mourning song

mourning song

A Poem by freelancejouster


pinpricks of lightfilter through the coarse, woolen, woven blanketthat hangs ersatz and heavilyfrom the half-hidden nails above the windowsand ontothe..
the wedding

the wedding

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


you could call it peace.
Ramblings of a Wandering Mind

Ramblings of a Wandering Mind

A Story by Aleyah


Just a reflective thought on my 16-year-old life...a true story...
On Your Wedding

On Your Wedding

A Poem by Jake Erkens


Wedding poem~~Enjoy :)x
My observations 2 (Journal)

My observations 2 (Journal)

A Story by Shaun Rudie


These are my observations of interesting things sent to my dear friend via iPhone text. Numerically it continues from the first journal.
The Only One In Black

The Only One In Black

A Story by Melanie Jane Boicourt Sha..


I walked into the building and looked around at the unfamiliar faces. "Maybe I shouldn't be here" I thought to myself. I walked on further into the..
What Kind of a World

What Kind of a World

A Poem by Anonymous


What kind of a world do we live in?
blind

blind

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


he agrees for ten minutes until baby Narcissus stumbles out of his tender pram
depression

depression

A Story by fountainpen


DEPRESSION I have a friend who was recently diagnosed with depression. I experience anxiety. I suffer from panicattacks whenever I'm outside , he said..
Those Perfect People

Those Perfect People

A Story by GlamGirl


A fan story for Kelly and Jenn
On a Cloud

On a Cloud

A Chapter by YouoweYoupay


Thoughts that come across during a calm moment
Heat Wave (Creative Poetry Challenge)

Heat Wave (Creative Poetry Challenge)

A Poem by KATHY SUE SILLS


Summer at its hottest.
Night Swallows Time (Some Days Are Apprehensive of Everything)

Night Swallows Time (Some Days Are Apprehensive of..

A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan


We're all born unreligious and nonpolitical. From the moment we're born vultures stalk our free minds and we're taught to give into the world.