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The 30year Life of IMB
This is Ivie or you can call me Ivy, atleast that what my husband used to call me that was before I killed him. This is me writing from my room, it's not really your room if it's a mental hospital. My name is Ivie Benson and I have multiple personality disorder. This is a little diary I decided to write for my children to explain that their mom is not a bad person, I am just a person with issues different from everyone else.
Igbokwe ChisomPublished 12 months ago in FictionEchoes of Destiny: The Power of Words
In a realm where dreams fly and souls gather, There is a deep power within her, a timeless swell, It's the essence of creation, the magic of the universe
Courtney BurchPublished 12 months ago in PoetsThe Gold Coin
"Victor don't do this, go home to your wife and children. I didn't raise a thief, don't barter what is irreplaceable for money!"
Natural Born Grifter
I woke up extra early one morning in the summer of ‘87, and immediately began putting on my brand-new Cub Scout uniform. It was the coolest, with all its patches and adornments. I, of course, didn’t tie the neckerchief right, but that didn’t matter to me.
Philip L. CressPublished 12 months ago in FictionSlipping in the Current
Time became fluid, Poured un-ending As we tried to swim Against a current, Propelling us onward Caught in the ladder,
Katrina ThornleyPublished 12 months ago in PoetsClowns
Once upon a time, in a small town called Willowbrook, there existed a circus like no other. It wasn't your typical circus with acrobats, strongmen, and tightrope walkers. This circus was filled with clowns—colorful, whimsical, and mysterious. The townsfolk had mixed feelings about these clowns. Some were terrified by their exaggerated features and wild antics, while others found joy in their laughter and playful nature.
Fade
In the sleepy town of Graywood, a peculiar phenomenon began to unfold. People's memories were fading away, leaving them with fragmented recollections of their past. It started slowly, with minor forgetfulness, but soon escalated into a full-blown epidemic of fading memories.
Everlasting Embrace
In twilight's embrace, a love unfolds, A tale of passion that fate beholds. Bella and Edward, destined to meet, In a world where mortal hearts find deceit.
Lyrical DreamerPublished 12 months ago in Poets