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"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary - to be - somebody
How public - like a frog,
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog."

~A fellow Emily

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories: 42 of 613

IRIS Blink. Breathe. Don't say a word. What a burden to be human, what a toil to live in this mortal flesh, shackled by matter and time! To depend on this icy air to fill my lungs every moment-in, out, and in again, stinging. To keep reminding my own heart to beat: how wearisom. How utterly dreary. I can now see why the Grea...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Is there shame in being a virgin?: 1 of 14

A very good friend of mine recently celebrated her 21st birthday. As to be expected, almost everyone at the party was getting drunk - what else is there to do at a 21st birthday, right? I am not much of a drinker myself, not because I believe it is immoral or I think that I'm above all that, but simply because I hate the fee...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trust: 12 of 111

Again, this old heartbreak. Again, I must fake A smile around others; I know I've made a mistake, But I don't deserve this. I think I've missed The cause of this anger; as I reminisce, I remember our good times, And the bad times As well, when I was there with you - I feel I have no crimes Worthy of disdain. Why must I remai...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 31 of 253

Oh Humanity-you great illogic! So pleased with all your tricks and tempered wiles, So eager to turn slavement out from slavery, You'd bind the land and sea in soulless stiles. You long for what your eyes can never see, While yet you hate the light that penetrates it- For that is what you always strive to be: To mold, create;...
Education > Primary School Issues Religious content does not have to take the form of preaching: 1 of 6

A well-known comedian, Dane Cook, once described to his audience an experience he had whilst standing in line at the airport. A man behind him sneezed uproariously, and he turned and casually remarked, "God bless you." The man's immediate disdainful reply was, "I don't believe in God." America has always been a very religiou...
Arts & Humanities > Literature (Other) Should books have ratings like movies to warn parents about inappropriate content?: 7 of 39

The very first book I thought of when I saw this question was the book "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire. I saw the musical "Wicked" about four years ago with a group of kids from my high school, and I liked it so much that my parents went and bought me the book for Christmas. Now, don't get me wrong - the book was very well writt...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 185 of 828

So sad. So sad. There's nothing. Nothing to write or say or think Belief is so elusive My heart gasps, choking longing To write, something anything Nothing. This state disgusts me: My life, so lonely, empty. I hate you for leaving me alone like this. We used to talk, I was there, you were there, I was glad to talk. Now I try...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 154 of 464

MAKE-BELIEVE Is there an honest poem here? What is the good? What can it be, To write these words for you and me When you are nowhere near? Such pretenses, such faulty plays. Am I a William? - far too bold! Or Thomas with his trousers rolled? It's Alfred, I believe, today. You see these words that I recall, You read them, ta...
Religion & Spirituality > Speculations & Criticisms Identifying the Spirit: 1 of 3

"She raised one hand and flexed its fingers and wondered, as she had sometimes before, how this thing, this machine for gripping, this fleshy spider on the end of her arm, came to be hers, entirely at her command. Or did it have some little life of its own? She bent her finger and straightened it. The mystery was in the inst...
Arts & Humanities > Philosophical Concepts The quest for truth and the meaning of life: 11 of 28

A few months ago, in the middle of writing my book, I stopped. I suddenly couldn't speak - I suddenly looked at the computer screen in front of me and thought, "Why? Does it really mean anything?" I couldn't write anymore for a while after that. What is it about humans? Why do we always have to have a meaning? When we are yo...