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Society & Lifestyle > Personal Morals & Values Choosing between being clever or being good-looking: 1 of 65
Looks are everything'. You can immediately tell that the people who say this chose good looking' as they have not the intelligence to think the statement through. Although this has now backed me into a corner and now I have to choose intelligence; luckily that is what I would originally choose.If you are clever surely you are... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Self reflection: 1 of 29
Can you see that girl?The one who stares back at you in the mirrors?Is she a part of you, or is she only a fractured partOf your soul?Do you know her?That little glass girl.Do you know her?'Cos I'll never tell:Is she real; is she true?Is she a part of you?One that mocks; one that scolds your reflection.Well I don't believeTha... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Secret love: 1 of 20
I don't think that I wanted love that day but when I walked into the room to meet the rest of the team I was looking for someone to take the pain of heartbreak away. I picked him out immediately. He was handsome, witty and immediately showed promise to be better than my last choice. It didn't matter to me then that he might n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: His chair: 5 of 82
Thats his chair,over there.But he isn't sitting in it.Not anymore.Thats his chair,over there.Growing dust and fading in,with his once grey hair.I see his picture in the wall,calling out to the little girl.'Sit there, child, whats mine is yours'but i don't. Thats his chair.Thats his chair,over there.The one where he grew old.T... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Fear: 3 of 44
My name is irrelevant. To you I am just a nameless girl with no identity. To you I have no parents, no life, no existence. Until now. In the space of a few minutes you will know about my existence, although you would probally have forgotten about it this time tomorrow.That doesn't matter. As long as you know who I am now.I'm ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secret me: 4 of 50
Mirror.Well, for one, that has to be a lie.That girl staring back at me is Not Me.How can she be?Ginger highlights, dancing in spirals in the overhead lamp,Stars flashing through those auburn eyes.Mischievous smile tugging at one corner of the full, reddened lips.Clear complexion, smooth enough to sleep on,She blinks and it's... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Storms: 3 of 26
I walked into the back garden. I was alone. Turning my face reluctantly to the heavens I noted how much closer they had became. The ground was swallowing up the black clouds and the sky was fighting back; resulting in an almighty foe for the human town to face. The mixture of terror and excitement lingered in the air. Laughin... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Looking at the world through a car window: 3 of 24
She was mesmerised. Looking back through my own window I could see not what enraptured her. Her eyes were flickering backwards and forwards incessantly: possessed. Whatever had taken her refused to even brush my alert body. I was alone to watch the earthen smudges disappear without meaning. A world was created through my sist... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Autumn: 6 of 42
We were walking along the chapped concrete while the autumn leaves tumbled through the trees, captured by the wind and imprisoned by its ropes of icy air. Shafts of sunlight pierced the crumbling leather of the cascading patterns as they raced towards the solid ground. They caught in my hair the deep reds blurring against my ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 123 of 759
I sit.Watch the timer on the DVD player change figures.Flashback:Three years ago;Sitting.Watching the timer on the VCR player change figures.Back to the present: three years gone.I'm young; I'll admit my naivety.But I live in terror of the time,Hearing it tapping away my life.What right does it have?A man made machine beating... More..