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Serenity por EphemeralWriter
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A collection of small poems and personal musings.
{breathe.} por --saudade
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a collection of poems.
embers por mcflyopen
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his hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (just how??) [lowercase intended] w a r n i n g : some poems deal with sensitive topics i take no credit for the picture
the stars por rhodes_
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gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
Writing 12 por LBoddez
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This is information about my Writing 12 course I am teaching. This information is specifically for the students in my class, taking the course, but feel free to browse my students' work, and follow and comment on them if you like. The students must attain a certain level of views as part of their mark because marketing and promoting your own work is part of a writer's job.
The Program [COMPLETED] por KatherynArcher
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BOOK ONE OF THE PROGRAM SERIES *** The Program has three rules. One: no Transfers. Once a soldier has been inducted into one of the Nine Units of the Program, he is bound to that Unit for the rest of his fifteen year service. Two: the Program is trusted to protect the final civilization of earth, the nation of Creatan, and all those within it, at all costs. Three: all those inducted into the Program must serve a sentence of fifteen years. Once he has completed the minimum service of fifteen years, a soldier of the Program may re-enter Creatan as an honored member of society. In a post-apocalyptic and ever-changing world, Aiden Lycroft has dedicated his whole life to the Program and the people of Creatan, of whom he is sworn to defend from any dangers that may threaten the very existence of mankind. Aiden has never questioned the military and government system he has served for virtually all his life, until the very first Transfer in the history of the Program appears in his Unit, shattering everything that Aiden has ever known about the Program he has served and respected for so long. In a series of horrifying revelations and unexpected twists, Aiden's life is turned upside down as he looks beyond the lies that have been fed to him since birth, and begins to learn the ugly truth behind the perfect Program he so strongly believed in. In a world forever torn by war and human affliction, Aiden realizes just how terrifying the world can be when the earth's only hope becomes its worst nightmare.
Elsewhere por lunatrinity
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Not a happy ending. Nor novel structured. Neither predictable, not quite relatable. Let your mind wander, and your imagination run away with you. Because baby, we are at the end of the world.
Ghost Towns por Willie-Wright
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"I've died thousands of times and I can promise you that I will die a thousand times more," he breathed. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Structured society had been demolished nearly a decade before this time when the War Heads, as well as hundreds of other aliens, made their settlement in our world. There are no policemen, swat teams, protective services, or Robotic Armed Militia to defend us anymore. They had been wiped out as soon as the civilized system was corrupted. Only two million remain from what was once seven billion... now it is only us who can protect ourselves, the ones that are young and able to adapt the easiest to these situations, but there is only so much adaptation we can do. We have to get to New York and find somebody. Things are about to get much worse unless we ally, but loose ends will destroy us and our system will be torn down again. God, if you are there, what do you expect us to do?