Stories about Personnal

  • Rebel Masses
    Chapter One / It was a cold windy night but phil keep on moving. Being a mercinary for hire was fun,but he was tired of not being able to use the weapons of his choice. All he wanted to do was kill some people with
    by Preston Crigger 300 words, 1 comment, on Apr 25 8:02 PM 2008. In Fantasy, Personnal
  • My Warth
    My Wrath1 / They took the man of my life from me shot him to death and tyred to take my life with his. / Now they will feel My Wrath.2 / The
    by V l 200 words, 9 comments, on Feb 25 2:19 PM 2008. In Dark poem, Personnal
  • Inter Tub
    I was nine and always was a bit overweight. Yet I wanted to play just like the other kids and like my sister and brothers. I always had the ugliest clothes as I grew up. Everything fitted too tight or too big because it was c
    by esroddo 400 words, 1 comment, on May 30 3:09 PM 2007. In Fears, Other, Personnal, Sad, True life