Tags sister
Poem 38. SOON I SHALL BECOME A MEMORYA Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)waiting to be erased. ----Ed |
Annabel's brotherA Poem by AllyJust a morbid poem. The only tolerable from the notes I found. |
Chapter 6A Chapter by Angelica“We were always close to each other, especially after mom and dad’s divorce. Even though I have also been avoiding you in the last month.. |
My SisterA Poem by Nami FallingDewdrops"Sisters Are The Perfect Best Friends" yes they are... love them with whole your heart This is not written by me, but someone very previous wrote .. |
DepartureA Poem by R. T. HyderAnd just like that you fill up the empty spaces in your carry-on,stuffing tees in one place and books in another and the little figure beside you grin.. |
More Than Life ItselfA Story by Tabby H.Love isn't measured in numbers |
Traitor's DefianceA Chapter by SpeedyHobbit ArmstrongXenia chooses to ignore her fears of capture despite a narrow miss with two orc soldiers from her homeland and go to her usual haunt- the archery rang.. |
Sister your that special someoneA Poem by Rosa Enriquetsfor a sister who isnt rlly blood related but shes like a sister to me... first time writing a poem so its probably not as good as hers |
RebuiltA Story by Emma RoseA short piece about a friend of mine that I lost emotionally because of her new long-distance relationship. |
The Ballad of OakvaleA Poem by V. P. TrujilloA gorgeous town, peaceful, serene. Surrounded by Oaks. |
Guidance.A Poem by Miss LillianThe guidance of a Mother, Sister, Friend. |
Big Brother, Little SisterA Story by NateGSomething I wrote based on a dream I had. After I wrote this, I realized it included some elements from my own life, as well as my love of Anthro art.. |
Broken NightmaresA Chapter by Tionnie HillPart one |
Candlelight BreakfastA Story by Penny LaneHotel 1 My grandma, the only grandparent I had left, died. Peacefully, an infection; she was almost 90. I flew to Albany to be with my fam.. |
DEED (Narrative)A Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)I recall her life full of pleasure and bliss Those sweet mem’ries before I open the door Now here I bow down to give her my las.. |
The Ragman's DrayA Poem by David Lewis PagetNobody knows where the Ragman goes In the wee, small hours of the morn, When he’s taken the dray with your rags away Through th.. |