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Toy Soldiers » Dudley Rowley has been itching to be on the front line ever since the wars in France broke out. But now that he has a chance to be out there with some new friends, he learns that the heroism is not quite what the history textbooks claimed. Dudley learns the pain of loss and heartache with his new role - and he has no choice but to face up to the mistakes that cost him dearly.
Fiction: General, M, English, Drama & Friendship, chapters: 3, words: 9k+, updated: 3/14/2013 published: 3/13/2013
1 You Resemble Me I'm tired of people assuming that just because my twin sister and I are identical, we are the same. There are a lot of things that define us as different human beings. All I've wanted in my life is to be seen as an individual, not a shadow.
Poetry: Family, K, English, Family, words: 305, 9/4/2010
Kai Without Gerda Friendship doesn't always work out, even after you've been through what seems like an eternity together. People change, for better or worse, and we must live with those changes, even if it hurts.
Poetry: Friendship, K+, English, Drama & Tragedy, words: 680, 8/20/2010
2 Dancers A poem dedicated to a select cast of people who are used by those stronger than themselves and often taken advantage of.
Poetry: Life, K+, English, words: 196, 8/20/2010
1 Breathing A short piece on suicide. When I was younger, I used to have suicidal thoughts, though I never acted on them. If you're dealing with suicidal thoughts, please take a quick look and at least read the author's note!
Fiction: Young Adult, T, English, Drama & Angst, words: 949, favs: 3, 8/20/2010
1 Death's Prying Hands This is a figment of my own life. It's something that I've been needing to write for a couple of weeks and just couldn't find the time or the tears needed. But I finally sat down and wrote it, so I hope it's good enough for the pain I went through.
Poetry: Life, T, English, Hurt/Comfort & Family, words: 305, 3/3/2010
Caged Just a poem about the people who find themselves locked in mental cages of our own making and struggling to get out. I like to refer to those sorts of people as 'caged birds', because their souls are as delicate as everyone else's only caged like a bird.
Poetry: Life, K, English, words: 143, 3/1/2009
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