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AddictionA Poem by flowerbaby18When you know somebody is bad for you, but can't shake them off. |
Sorry I CameA Story by Tony ConaghanA short story that may or may not be included in my future writing. A true account of what happened on a work related trip to Grimsby. Do not be read .. |
Impulses without regretA Story by Emmeline SarahAn undesired party, and a bad decision with no accompanying bad feelings. Just a short narrative essay for my own enjoyment. |
"time to introduce yourself to the rest of the cla..A Poem by Lucia"write a poem using the prompt: I am from..." |
Barstool JunctionA Poem by LuciaHe drank himself a shot in the morning. Away and lost I was by his touring of my own torn - up tattered stranded loathing. Entangled as he was by m.. |
Wine at 3 AMA Story by Noëlle McHenryAugust trusts his dormmate, Cameron. Despite everything, he trusts him. So when he offers him some wine one night after returning from a party, what d.. |
Lesbians In Flip Flops Chapter 1A Story by Tony ConaghanA semi autobiographical novella of my distant life. Tony, a crane operator plagued with a life of drama, dreams of a simpler life. Getting there howev.. |
Lesbians In Flip Flops Chapter 2A Story by Tony ConaghanA semi autobiographical novella of my distant life. Tony, a crane operator plagued with a life of drama, dreams of a simpler life. Getting there howev.. |
"Cocky"A Poem by The Mindful WitchA poem about an over confident guy who messes with the wrong woman and puts his foot in his mouth along with her fist. |
A Janglin' TideA Poem by Aimee MahathyJust a stream of consciousness bit I puked out about my current state |
Lesbians in Flip Flops Chapter 3A Story by Tony ConaghanA semi autobiographical novella of my distant life. Tony, a crane operator plagued with a life of drama, dreams of a simpler life. Getting there howev.. |
Raving Against River's FlowA Poem by SergeiThe only honourable death is in having lived truly |
That Night, Rather EveryA Poem by NEHABut a glass of elderflower wine can make your night. |
His Breath Lingers StillA Story by KaelynHis Breath Lingers Still The gold piece sat atop an elderly, abandoned box in the upstairs closet. Eloise knew she mustn’t touch, but her spruce.. |
What Do You Reach For?A Poem by RachelsGranddaughterDealing with both healthy and unhealthy addictions, asking for help, trying to move into acceptance of circumstances |
alcoholic visionA Story by alexThis is what I think the first person of an alcoholic might be |