Writing

The funeral

A Chapter by GPurple

In the eyes of Mia

Mind Games

A Poem by DarkPoems

A girl dies and her sister refuses to accept her passing.

Halfsies

A Book by Samantha Grant

Taylor and Hayden Amberwood are not only the best of friends, but half-sisters through their promiscuous father they have never met. Will the problems..

An Ode to My Sister

A Poem by gnarlym

When you were born I wrinkled my nose at you because you were changeand I did not like that.I hated the evolution of things and the idea that somethin..

My Eyes

A Poem by BeautifulHunt

Who wouldn't hate her in my shoes. Who wouldn't be envious. She treats people like worms, taking what she needs before tossing them away. She is hell..

2 - How We Met

A Chapter by Samantha Grant

Taylor and Hayden recall their past and becoming best friends.

Yours, Mine, & His

A Poem by Anna

Your wounds are my wounds,and my sickness is yours.His ailments are our pains,and his aches are our sores.Your tears are my tears,and my family is you..

Bumps and Potholes

A Story by MelissaAndres

Story about an elderly lady and the bumps and potholes she has encountered on the winding road called Life.

Car "Accident".

A Story by yellow

One day.

TILL WISHES ARE NOT NEEDED.

A Book by jaykes32

THE BOOK WILL BORROW FROM ALL POSSIBLE CULTURES BUT ITS BASED ON AFRICAN STRUGGLES AND HARDSHIPS AND BEAUTY, STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESS OF DECISIONS WE DE..

An Ancient Story- Part I.

A Story by Kaitlynn Ronas (Pandora)

To changing history.

A Day in the Life of the Queen of Thieves

A Story by Rebel White

Farlyn is the best at what she does. What she does happens to be stealing. But four years ago to the day, someone stole something important from her. ..

Two best friends gone missing

A Book by Wannabewriter16

Girlhood

A Poem by TheWordWrecker

My sister and I would lie in the son. We freckled instead of tanned With blotchy elbows and knees, And mudd..

Hot Coffee & Cold Tea

A Poem by Anna

Each morning we sat out on the porch,drinking my hot coffee, and her cold tea,with our hair released to the warm wind.I always knew, that when I least..