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No one truly finds themselves in life. At the age of eighteen, I don't even know where to begin. I've been through most of things, half the time I throw myself into situations just so I gain the knowledge from them. Animals hate me, yet I love them. Sometimes

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Do unto others: 27 of 140

There was a woman who found herself, One day walking through a street. She looked upon the frost, On that warm summer morning. It covered everything the naked eye could see. Ahead of her, a tree shone with dew. As she neared it, it dripped down her brow. Tasting the salty spot where it had lain, She realized that not dew nor...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories for children: Farm animals: 4 of 14

Peanut "Ah!" Bobby shouted as he sat upright, almost panic stricken. His room had already been filled with sunlight, and his brown hair was curled and sweaty. There was a pillow lying on his lap that wasn't there before. He looked around the room, only to find the usual: A sweaty pair of gym socks, his pants he took off the ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Suicide: 26 of 45

There are many different ways to try to commit suicide, as there are also different types of victims. There are the ones who try, the ones who talk, and the ones that succeed. I have been two of those three. I remember when we first moved to Bowling Green, the city that was fifteen minutes from our nice country hometown. It ...
Arts & Humanities > English Language The shortest complete sentence in the English language: 5 of 7

The shortest complete sentence in the English history, is of course "I am." "Who is going to put that box up there?" "I am." We use it everyday and think nothing of it. Now if someone were to just simply say "I am", we'd all look at them like someone just knocked a camel of an iceburg. What are they? We dont know. 'I am' is ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death of a loved one: 111 of 122

It was Saturaday. And everyone that knew me, knew that Saturday was my day to go to the gas station, buy a magazine and drink a coffee at the table they provided. So here I am reading up on the lastest gossip that hit the road, crashed into a 'Seventeen magazine' office and landed somewhere in the middle of Ohio. The little ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Loss: 38 of 38

WHISPERS IN THE BREEZE The mold in her coffee pot that had been subdued for months seemed horrific to Lena as she scrubbed at the remaining particles, making sure all was gone before she started to make her pot of coffee. It seemed like ages before she would be able to get even a cup into her system, and although she was tir...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My most embarrassing moment at work: 10 of 10

When you get to work at nine o'clock in the morning at a place that doesn't open till ten, your duty is pretty much taking out the trash and cleaning the parking lot. And when your days don't start off good, they usually don't end good either. So here I am, a little after nine standing in the pouring rain with a broom in one...