Do you have a written work that is just a nail-bitter? Are the plot twists so twisty you almost fall out of your chair? This is where it would go.
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In the [end]
a rain of hailstones
will rain from [heaven]
fire will [explode]
from mountainsides
raining down the sides
the great [earth]
will quake like
a bouncy ball
wars will spike
countries try to kill
each [other] before earth gets a chance
animals will run [free]
free from chains and zoos
devouring everything in it's path
but some [people]
will survive
good and [bad]
the good will
[try] to rise above
come together in love
the bad will
[try] to destroy
the world
in the [end]
there will be
great battles
[sadly]the good will try
to fight but
won't win
the bad will rise
above and [fight]
and kill and maim
enslaved will be
the [
Dear Nicholas,
This will be the last letter I ever write to you. Things just aren’t the way they were back then. I fear that we’ve grown apart… I know we’ve grown apart. I know this because there’s someone else I’ve grown close to. I’ve grown closer to him than you and I ever were. I guess I broke my promise to come back. I do feel remorseful for breaking that promise to you, but I really had no choice. I couldn’t face coming all the way back just to say good-bye. Please believe me when I say I had no intention of this happening. I had thought maybe some time away from one another would be
Mat ought to have been an actor. He had a smile that seemed sincere no matter how full of rage he was. Behind a cash register, that came in very handy!
Paul was a good guy, too. As much as Mat wanted to blame him, he lacked legitimate basis. Chris couldn't come into work last minute, and Paul couldn't find anyone else to take the shift. Against his better judgment, Mat agreed and hated himself for it.
Only six hours, Mat reminded himself: shorter than any school day. Before he knew it, he could go home and—oh, yeah, he hadn't gone inside yet.
Forgetting his signature smile, Mat entered the café and stomped past the counter for
Eternal Friends
Elizabeth since a child has always had problems talking to the outside world. She always avoided long chats and would run away if anyone should even touch her hand. As she had gotten older she was taught by her mother and father that no one wanted her and that she would always be a “backup plan”. She is thirteen now. From childhood she group up with a sassy young lady name Samantha. Samantha was no different than Elizabeth parents. As to if any guy even tried to say hello to her Samantha would boast forward and say “leave her alone, she is not into any guy!” Elizabeth would always get embarrassed a
The demon visited me once again today.
Yes, today. Not tonight or the night before or after; times you’d think a demon would be out. This demon knows no such boundaries, it would seem, and so it usually visits me in the morning.
I lay in bed, having woken up much earlier than I wanted or needed to, with my eyes shut in hopes of remedying the situation. My body relaxed several times, and I felt sleep just within my grasp…
But several times my body found some fault with the split second-imagery of my dreams and jolted me awake, leaving me frustrated, but not deterred.
I would prefer it to what happens next.
The final time I sh
Conceivable Conclusions. by KelaLewis-Morin, literature
Literature
Conceivable Conclusions.
Conceivable Conclusions.
Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.
Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.
Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that th