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September. Original poem by Joannah Vaughan Wyx. All rights reserved.
Performed at www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYBiu2dKQmc...
One moment I am snuggled up in my cosy bed, the next, in a dismal cave, then I am falling into the crevasse of life. Now...
January 13, 2015.
“Feelings. The most perfect syllable for the expressions that you realize are newly born. One that...
I had everything I ever needed and more. Everything I could have ever asked for. When they say nothing lasts forever,...
The gloomy and spooky weather creep June to her bone. She was used to the weather, dark and gloomy were a part of her but for some reason...
It wasn't that she dislike him nor did she like him. It just, the presence of him was making her feeling discomfort and it was not normal...
21:04; He was devastated. The party was absolutely a nightmare. He wouldn't want the night to rewind. He needed an escape. An so, he left...
This is the Artist Esperanza, my wife and I her inspiration.
Some of her work can be seen at www.theartistesperanza.com...
This is the Artist Esperanza, my wife and I her inspiration.
Some of her work can be seen at www.theartistesperanza.com...
We have a big potato thing going on here in Ireland these past hundreds of years, ever since the Spanish Armada got wrecked in a storm in...
‘Mary, there was something I was going to tell you, but for the life me I can’t remember what it is.’ Mary looks at John, smiles to...
Sweat dripping off her palm, Emily takes a deep breath. Pushing with all her might, the wardrobe eases across the carpeted floor;...