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Relationships & Family > Marital Conflicts How to argue without fighting: 3 of 37

Have you ever heard people warn others about marriage being hard? If you're engaged they may tell you "Expect it to be hard, because it will be." or "You are going to snap at him. It's okay, just forgive each other." But do you really have to put yourself in that situation? Some people I've talked to claim that the first thr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Your life has just begun: 1 of 7

SPRING SONNET The spring is here, and all that lives has breath, A cleansing of the earth and heavens through. The winter days have vanished what then grew, And all but new has now been lead to death. A blue jay's singing on the window sill. The cat outside meanders underneath, and spreads a vicious smirk with all his teeth....
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Players: 3 of 9

A PLAYER'S HEART (My Love Sonnet) My perfect match was only perfect then. Your loving face was pleasant to the eye. But now, I'm on to other, better men, So now I think of you with just a sigh. I think back on the times I broke your heart. I jerked it from you with my viscous claws. Your heart and mine are now so far apart. ...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Infatuation: 3 of 7

Getting into a fight may hurt, but arguing with your best friend is so normal that it never hurts more than the last time. Andrea never liked my boyfriend; maybe it was because she was jealous or maybe it was because she didn't approve. Whatever the reason was, there came a time when it caused problems. But the problems went...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: The rebel: 16 of 30

Lunch didn't come soon enough, but it did come. Abby pressed a few keys to lock her computer screen, grabbed her black Prada bag, and locked her office door as she left. You ready? Abby asked, poking her head into Jennifer's office. Jen smiled, placing her hands on her desk. Definitely! Jen bounced out of her chair, flipped ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nonsense: 86 of 150

THE DOT There's a dot on my table. What could it be? I ask all around me, but no one else sees. The redness blinds me. Its presence insanes me. The roundness upsets me It's RED and it's ROUND and it's THERE! What is it? Ketchup? Paint? BLOOD?!? I must know, or I will surely die.