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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A Chapter by Julianna Jefferson


It was Sunday morning, I woke up and I washed up and I got dressed. I put on my horseback riding gear on and I went to the horse ranch and I took pyramid on a ride. We practice for the spring c..
chapter 8

chapter 8

A Chapter by Julianna Jefferson


It was 5th period, which meant History class with Mrs. Young who had a really thick New York accent. She sounded like she grew up in the Bronx or Flushing. I went in the classroom, as Mrs. You..
chapter 9

chapter 9

A Chapter by Julianna Jefferson


I woke up feeling woozy as I opened my eyes, looking at the ceiling and I looked at the room. Then I remembered what had happened, my mother took me here but it wouldn’t have happened if ..
Chapter 10

Chapter 10

A Chapter by Julianna Jefferson


Seven years later, I woke up with a bright shine in my face; apparently the electric went out of the Asylum again so the nurse shined a light in my face, with a cake made out of real cake than ..
Chapter 11

Chapter 11

A Chapter by Julianna Jefferson


As I slept, I heard pounding of the window, I jolted up awake nothing was there I saw, so it must have been the wind. I lay back down and went back to sleep. Meanwhile Hollie was floating befor..
Chapter 12

Chapter 12

A Chapter by Julianna Jefferson


As the rain drops hit the windows of the asylum, the lights flicker in and out of the room I’m sleeping in. I couldn’t stay asleep just wondering how I could break out of the asylu..
Dopeless romantic

Dopeless romantic

A Poem by Seth Vaughn


This is my story of how i met my girlfriend
Unemployed

Unemployed

A Poem by ShrunkD


Im so trapped in transitions of who I once wasand what I will become.I don't care enough to chase anything,I don't give a f**k if you think I'm wrong.I am your deepest fear and your inspiration all in..
Left Alone

Left Alone

A Poem by Annie


TW: sexual assault, rape, flashbacks, depression
WATS--Mother Truckin'

WATS--Mother Truckin'

A Chapter by M Garcia


Mother Truckin’ I was looking out the window and sighed. I hated not being on the road. I was always on the road. I wanted to be. It was so liberating and freeing. It was awesome. I su..
tabitha all grown up part 1

tabitha all grown up part 1

A Story by writer joe


tabitha stevens the eldest daughter of darrin and samantha stevens, is now in hawker canberra, as an astrologer reading people's previous lives, and loving the life of zapping herself anywhere
Premium Garcinia Extract - Amazing weight loss formula

Premium Garcinia Extract - Amazing ..

A Story by kevinm arker


Premium Garcinia Extract is an amazing weight loss formula that will help you to reduce body fat. It will increase your metabolism and gives you faster results. This supplement suppresses your appet..
WATS--War is Hell

WATS--War is Hell

A Chapter by M Garcia


War is Hell I could not believe what was going on. The world as I knew had erupted into Hell on Earth and I did not like it one bit. “What would you have us, my Lord?” I ask..
tabitha all grown up part 2

tabitha all grown up part 2

A Story by writer joe


today tabitha introduces a 11 year old boy to blackbeard the pirate with disastrous results
J’ai rêvé

J’ai rêvé

A Poem by Mamadou Bousso


Femme, je demeure interloquéPar tes grands yeux de gazelleOù en toi s’élève l’amour chasteJ’ai rêvé cette nuit de ressacDe ressac écum..
A Letter to Mr.Baker

A Letter to Mr.Baker

A Poem by Brea


A poem about relationships.... and bread.
That's What I Am Ch.3

That's What I Am Ch.3

A Chapter by brandipeck


Lux talks to the guy of her dreams and is getting used to life in Seattle.
tabitha all grown up part 5

tabitha all grown up part 5

A Story by writer joe


tabitha meets a person with a terminal illness, who doesn't want to die
Climbing

Climbing

A Poem by Bella


Air, taking flightI see birds and treetopsHeight, on the top of the worldNature speaking to memaking me feel their painRopes, harness, secureGiant, extreme, foreverthe air going through my hairtime, h..
The Big Race

The Big Race

A Poem by Bella


There once was a person named ChaseWho loved to run at his own paceOnly to one day trip and fallBreaking his favorite toeAnd poor little Chase didn’t win his race

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