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When the World Isn't WatchingA Poem by BriDo you ever wonder what something looks like when you turn your back on it? |
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CultivationA Poem by AnnaNothing eloquent, can be said, of self inflicted doom.Only rivers ofeleganceform from the tearsof enlightenedliberation. |
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TimA Story by Jakob JensenThe inevitable lust for the epitome of humankind, known as pure evil. |
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hero or heroineA Poem by SarmelendezI trusted you!you played me as if i were a gameplayed -n- woni was always the pawnyou the master,disguised as a Marinefell for the hero actonly to see.. |
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'A Streetcar Named Desire' Additional SceneA Stage Play by Ryan MA new scene of 'A Streetcar Named Desire' slotted in between scene 4 and 5 of the original. My partner and I scored 96% for this assignment, includ.. |
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A Vision of DestructionA Story by 3cho_mandalynnShort story of a man/women gone mad. |
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"The Pure Essence of Art, Distilled"A Story by Armand D.This series is intended to demystify the artistic process and show the human side of artists and other creative people. In exploring these human frail.. |
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HR Menace.A Story by Shweta DabholkarThis isn't a story exactly but a post based on encounters with HR people. |
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Finding HomeA Story by John Dennis GillespieA creative essay on time, love, and emotion written during an odd emotional time for me. |
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Cold Cries and Wood WalksA Story by John Dennis GillespieA creative essay for a sad time in my life. |
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LoveA Story by John Dennis GillespieA creative essay on love. |
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Entry OneA Chapter by An9/5 10:20 AMDear collected thoughts of the teenage inquiry,My new creative writing teacher is requiring me to write in a diary every week. I find it a.. |
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To Choose Ones ConsequenceA Poem by NCalebDA man is given the unique choice to choose his punishment for a crime, and makes a horrid mistake. |
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Pipi's Summer (Part-I)A Chapter by Antara KunduLittle Pipi experiences her first train travel, but alas, the REAL train is nothing like what she had imagined! And so begins my teeny-weeny book of f.. |
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It's Lonely Under the MoonA Poem by R.M.W.I don't knowhow many more empty,restless nightsmy tired,useless bodycan take.My racingthoughtshavekept me awake.And I have wastedso .. |
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-astronaut fib-A Poem by Diana Dirvariui love you to the moon and back, he saidbut really, he never returned |
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...for me, that was you.A Poem by phaloutoffearI taste your lips, your kisson my tongue, in the back of my throat, as I breathe in deeply.I exhale you into existence.From dreams, to reality, you co.. |
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