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5 Types Of Woods Used To Make Solid Wood FurnitureA Story by IndianArt Furnitures Pvt...Solid wood furniture is designed to last as they are extremely durable, are able to withstand wear and tear that comes with daily use. |
The First TimeA Poem by AliasYou were the first to share my bedand not my bush or carthe first to snooze beside my headand hold me in your arms.The first to sit and drinkand talk .. |
Bed Of RosesA Poem by Stacy PurvisBasking In Your LoveA Bed Of Roses, DivineA Moment In Time |
husband, you sleepA Poem by sherry westA new wife tenderly gazes upon her husband while he is asleep beside her |
Ian's Word: TodayA Poem by motley poetry (special k)I asked a few friend to pick a word to write a few poems off of. |
Bed.A Poem by breakthebrokenonea poem written while i was laying in bed |
AbsenceA Poem by M. NolanI long to wake in fumbling arms, Awkward in their hunger for flesh and warmth, Legs twisting and locking into place, Like puzzles so imperfectly ma.. |
LateA Poem by Piccole ParoleI never thought I would miss the night. Days burn in absoluteness. I craved the intangible. |
Tuckered-OutA Story by MunchausSometimes it's the simplest pleasures that can bring the greatest pain. |
ON MY DEATH BEDA Poem by shagunWHAT EVERY SINFUL PERSON THINKS ON HIS DEATH BED |
EAR! EAR!A Story by Peter RogersonSometimes little things can happen, so small and insignificant you'd thing I'd dismiss them, but they grow into a story. Like an itchy ear |
AN UNINVITED VISITORA Story by Peter RogersonA strange little tale... |
Motel RoomA Poem by Robert RonnowMotel room, U.S. map made of license plateseverything I need for a week is here, king-size bed, microwave, fridge, tv, hot platethe carpet's pretty cl.. |
MONSTER UNDER THE BED !!!!!!!!A Story by Naman PahadeTHIS IS AN STORY FOR EVERY AGE... HOPE YOU ENJOY... |
Bad TimingA Story by DanMy first attempt at a Horror short-story. Let me know what you think! |
The Dark BoxA Poem by AjlaNo fear.Forlorn.The flashing screenNo gleam,only the small screen.Just us,in this frigid,tragic,dingy box.With a feathered cushion,plunk my head on it.. |
Under the bedA Story by StellaI searched for my pen under my bed |