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Another story for school.

Worked to Death

Based on Aesop's 'The Old Man & Death'

PROLOGUE

This is the prologue for the first book of The Lost Isles of Animilia.

The Lost Isles of Animilia: Mammilian Warfare

This is a fantasy novel I am currently working on. I will likely only be posting the prologue, as this is a piece I am particularly serious about and would like to ensure it is of the greatest quality

Warmth

The possibility of your love keeps me warm in the dead of winter.

A Young Pessimist

The man who is a pessimist before 48 knows too much; if he is an optimist after it, he knows too little. - Mark Twain

You

You lied to meYou said, "Forever and Always"You lied to meYou walked away in spite of meYou said "It's time to turn the page."You've left me scarred in horrid waysYou lied to me

Written By A "Kid"

Wrote this after being ripped on for being a "kid". Maturity was far from present in my analyst.

First Thought

Wait... what?

Ramblings and Thoughts

The title says it all.

Last of the Pack

When inspiration strikes me, I'll be ready for it. Until then, enjoy this!

An Admirer's Dream

Just a short piece I wrote.

My Personal Issues

A list.

Untitled Love Poem

Just a little free verse. Sixteen year old kids shouldn't write late night love poems. I miss sleeping.

Thief

Describes my night-life during my period of addiction. Lock your car doors, folks!

Why World of Warcraft Should Be Made Illegal.

Five reasons why/ five explanations.

Coffee & Cigarettes

I sit sipping on my coffeeSmoking this native-rolled smoke.These things are much the same.They stain my teethThey're low in costThese things are much the same.Neither required for my survival,Quite the opposite, indeed.These things are much the same.I did not pay for either -Both, I'd rather live wi..

Suicide

For six word story contest.

School

We must all succumb to the the system's absolute power.

Life

Someone asked me to write about life. It's such a vague topic to suggest.

A Harrowing Report

I carried on my day with little reminder of the epic battle that had just ensued. It was a crisp, frigid January afternoon. The sky was painted blue and there was not one cloud in the sky. The wind was calm; only occasionally would a rare gust whip at my purple hands and pale face. My fou..

Savannah

For my best friends daughter

Alexis

Written for my niece. <3

Marie Dawson

Marie Charlotte Dawson was an amazing woman. She was raised in a home with very little income and even less tranquillity. Her father was a raging alcoholic and her mother a timid ghostly figure that cowered beneath him. As an only child, Marie had a great deal of responsibilities. Since a..

A Fiends Limerick

Mature piece.

Love Hurts

A blanket of cold wrapped tight around my frail body. My eyes were flooded and burning intensely with every flicker of light that passed my vision. The lean muscles on either side of my jaw were swollen and stiff. I could feel the raw, sensitive gums in my mouth swelling and grinding against my tee..

Me, Myself and I

Here's my philosiphy:There's three beings who have control over me. My body, my mind and myself. My body is simply used for physical doings and transportation and very rarely will it act on it's own accord. My mind is where the creativity is stored. All my true thoughts, feelings and ideas are born ..

A New-Found Love

As I walked through the threshold of the shopping centre, I felt a certain glow about the entire scene. Everyone who passed I cheerfully greeted, with a wide smile and a quick nod. Brandon and I skipped and giggled through the mall, enjoying every bound. We were so happy to be there, we just wanted..

Purple Hearts

Brandon Featherstone was quite possibly the worst friend a person could have. He was abusive, controlling, annoying and overall just terrible to be around. He was also the only friend I had, and I was not about to lose out on an opportunity to be freed from my seclusion. Truth be told, the reason I..

After-School Special

I had never had a friend who smoked weed before; I had really only smoked weed once and the outcome was less than favourable. In retrospect, I never really had any friends since we had moved to the city. That's why when Brandon invited me to hang out with him, I felt a strange sense of pride -..

First Impressions

"Hey f****t, I asked you something!" This was all I heard before I felt the force of an open hand whipping across the side of my face. Before I had been so rudely interrupted, I was in deep thought, pondering a new way to sneak cigarettes into my house without my hypocrite parents crucifying me or ..

Faded Sentiments

I almost met my demise before I had even seen my first glimpse of life. Two weeks late and weighing in at ten pounds and eleven ounces, I nearly suffocated during labour - the doctors said I was seconds away from brain damage. Nevertheless, I grew to be healthy and normal. There was nothing unusual..

Prologue

It becomes difficult to even consider optimism once you've crawled into the dark abyss of the drug underworld. You can finally say you've hit rock bottom when your own mother can't look you in the eyes without feeling her entire spirit drop from her chest to the worn soles of her feet; it kills you..

An Urban Tragedy

A tale of a young teen and his experience in the drug underworld as well as the struggles that come with it.