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Retribution: Chapter 11
One evening as it was growing dark, Marianne came home and knelt on the floor by the bed. Under her bed were old hat boxes with paisley patterns, floral patterns, and geometric patterns. She pulled out one of the smaller boxes and put in on the bed.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansMy Goddess Among The Stars
This is my first draft here so please be kind and also don't let anything slide I would like to get better. Here we go. My Goddess Among The Stars
Seth WojciechowskiPublished 7 years ago in HumansMi Casa, Su Garden Shed
In some circles, a man’s home is his garden shed. Not only does his garden shed provide a secure, weatherproof place to keep his man-toys, but for many blokes, it’s a hallowed place of sanctuary and solitude, where he can reconnect with his chi, and top up his life-force energy. (Not to mention, disconnect from bad karma and hide from chores like washing up and garbage duty).
Strange Poems: The Result of My Non-Stop Mind
As a result of having a non-stop mind (always taking me out of normal reality), I started to write everything that comes to it. Unfortunately, they come in the form of poetry. Don't get me wrong, I love poetry, it's just so emotionally revealing that I feel it might give insights of my life to people (mostly strangers).
Why Are Men Weird About Strong Women?
I was 17 years old when they discovered the brain tumor. The size of a pea, it rested in the right temporal lobe, close to my ear. It had been slowly growing and gradually plaguing me and everyone I loved for almost a year, when the strange behavior first began at the start of my senior year of high school.
Liz LaPointPublished 7 years ago in HumansLove Me Highly
Love me mildly, Times passes and I revised it- Now I could love you highly. I require miracles and fancy rings Like our favorite song,
Lebogang BogatsuPublished 7 years ago in HumansLove Me Mildly
Love me mildly I don't require miracles And fancy rings, Wasted ten mile runs No poetry lines Or stars in the galaxy named after me.
Lebogang BogatsuPublished 7 years ago in HumansA Love So Deep
I want a love so deep that the earth feels compelled to let it lay its roots on her bosom so that she may water it with the essence of a woman. That its growth may multiply from within her and rise from the ground to catch its breath and take in the warmth of the sunlight above her.
Lebogang BogatsuPublished 7 years ago in Humans