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Disciples of GoshA Book by Kade FreelandImagine dying, but instead of going to heaven or hell, you go to an okay place and meet a guy named Gosh. |
Part One: Oh My GoshA Chapter by Kade FreelandWhen a young boy dies, where does he go? Young Jacque learns what happens to souls with unfinished business. |
Hot and ColdA Poem by DakotaJHow are you feeling?Are you hot?Are you cold?Touch me..So I know.Are you here?Or have you gone?Are you dreaming?Am I wrong?Does your heart beat?Or doe.. |
The Angel KeeperA Book by BBAustinDonna thought that since her childhood she had a guardian angel. Little did she know that her guardian angel was actually a servent for Satan. Her tru.. |
Alec's prayerA Poem by NanakiAlec isn't your typical angel |
Angel'sA Story by Joey NizzLittle boy: Are you an angel?Girl: What?Little boy: I was told by my mom that those who have marks on their wrists are angelsGirl: Well, ignore these .. |
4-The Story and the TruthA Chapter by DanielleA94Back when she loved him and he loved her, Michael had told her a story, a little known Myth that he declared the truth. That Myth is fuel for her fire.. |
Steps of BeautyA Poem by Joey NizzShe takes it step by step as she walks in beauty, Like how the night fallsWith cloudless climes with glittering skiesAnd all of the best of the bright.. |
Shine thy StarA Poem by BOh shining lustrous lightAs fugitive glow goes out on the runWe search for the irrecoverable soul's travel to meaningSeeking time an erudition to find.. |
Heaven rains colorA Poem by BOf bright red following her lipsThe deepest auburn of autumn darkThe freed blue ocean turnsAs black as the sleepless nightThe fresh pink of skin touch.. |
"In the Middle of a Rose"A Poem by CryingkateMy first attempt working with this program to make the image. I need more practice. I'd of liked to get the pic oval like I did the lady in the coral .. |
Where Heaven and Earth MeetA Poem by Bo LanierA stroke of genius like a work of art I can feel it in my heart now a miracle and a dream come true The breaking of bondage like little pieces of.. |
Gone.A Story by preoccupiedOne Sentence, One gone. |
My BelovedA Poem by Marek RenThe skies were grey, And how the trees would sway. Hooks latched to the back- Anchoring behind was the past. Step by step they slowed- Step by s.. |