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by rainbowwriter 100 words, 1 comment, on Oct 9 3:59 PM. In Change
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Life. You've got the world at your fingertips. No pressure, just constant happiness.1by Tyler Simmons 300 words, 2 comments, on Sep 16 7:09 PM. In Adrenaline, Attack, Change, Depression, Fear, Life, Panic, Unknown
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by Guardian-Angel- 100 words, on Aug 15 10:39 PM. In Change, Depression, Different, Friends, Hug, Life, Love
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Im gonna change because you dont want me to. And i gonna be different because you dont want me to....
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My middle school. What happens.
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Have you ever had that day where you hate the world and want to kill your self? I do all the time. I bet you think I'm emo, well I hate toby Toxic Valentine 200 words, 7 comments, on Jul 2 7:10 AM. In Change, Hurt , Sad, School, Short story
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I expected my heart to leap at the thought of my first day of summer. First day of freedom, of yellow sunshine beating down on my back and
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I have it from good sources, that the most skilled woodworkers in the world are ‘pattern makers’. Two of them have been close friends of m
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I was never just one person, i always changed the way i looked, and i didnt know why. maybe it was because i wanted to fit in with so manyby Little-Kitsune 300 words, 3 comments, on Aug 4 4:09 PM 2008. In , Change, First person, Fitting in, Teen
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It makes me sad when you’re like this. Yesterday, a week ago, a month ago, too long ago I took comfort in the conversations we had. Now when we talk, it’s strained, short, and full of bad feelings. Some dark, gloomy cloudby Richard Paranoia 200 words, 1 comment, on Mar 14 10:01 PM 2008. In Change
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The rhythmic pacing of his footsteps on the smoky-white tile flowed throughout the smoky-white room...
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I remember often watching the field right before the beginning of the sun setting on the horizon.by Lazerith 400 words, 1 comment, on Nov 12 5:30 PM 2007. In Change, Depression, Desire, Fantasy, First person, Non-fiction
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It appeared to be a match made in hell, from the first day they met it seemed like they hated each other. Right down to the sand box when they were three-years-old. A little boy with dark, messy brown hair clad in sneakers, jby throttletheignition 800 words, 2 comments, on Jul 7 11:06 AM 2007. In Change, Hate, Love, Relationships
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/ The day before this happened Mark had called me. Yet, I again couldn't find the strength to tell him the truth. The truth that I loved someone else and did NOT want to be with him anymore. Not that I ever did...But, that's not the point. About ten
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