Tags : RIDE

The last stop

The last stop

A Poem by nightmask


being the last stop is more painful then you'd thought
Maximum Ride: 9-11 (chapter one)

Maximum Ride: 9-11 (chapter one)

A Chapter by Brittany


A fanfiction of Maximum Ride - the teen series by James Patterson.
Ride of a Lifetime

Ride of a Lifetime

A Poem by Chelsea


Pedal stroke at a time. Endless, the race seems. Yet, I succeed.
damaged

damaged

A Poem by nightmask


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Maximum Ride: A Fan Fiction

Maximum Ride: A Fan Fiction

A Book by Blood.Red.Nobodies


DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, NOR WILL I EVER, OWN MAXIMUM RIDE BY JAMES PATTERSON.
holdonTIGHT (Series 2 or 3)

holdonTIGHT (Series 2 or 3)

A Poem by Winslow Des Totes


Different, changing, mixing into something no one's ever known; and probably never wanted.
Ride

Ride

A Poem by Lorraine


Noises erupt as the engine flares, past an aisle of endless scenery: of treetops parading by the window, of shapeless soil bathing in the..
Wanna be

Wanna be

A Poem by


Just some thoughts.
Bus Ride In December.

Bus Ride In December.

A Poem by R.A Butler.


I wrote this poem very early on hung-over morning on my bus to work. So please forgive my apparently inability to manage beats or rhymes. I was very t..
Smadar

Smadar

A Story by Haim Kadman


An excerpt from my novel "Summer tempest".
Sometimes I wish...

Sometimes I wish...

A Poem by Vinay Kumar


sometimes i think that the world is going on a wrong way. The beauty of this world is lost in the darkness of falseness, politics, silly fights with n..
Showtime

Showtime

A Poem by Mike Goodwin


Its ... when I'm eating, knowing I sleep all alone. It's quiet now, It's louder then, I stand still like a stone. Oh woah, only from my dreams where ..
Mou'aka at broad day light

Mou'aka at broad day light

A Story by Haim Kadman


An excerpt of the novel "An African sunset.
The veteran protest activist

The veteran protest activist

A Story by Haim Kadman


A rather strange meeting in broad day light.
Imaginary

Imaginary

A Poem by Natasha


Rumbling window seats, I sit Color slashes, blue and wash through Illusions of warm heightened Breezes counteract Face connects outsid..

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