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Miscellaneous

Goodby to all of my sweet & wonderful friends!

by Spyguy

Miscellaneous / Memoir

May 14, 2016

Comments: 10

Shelves: 2

The House

Tags: spyguy-goes

Summary

I want with all of my heart, to give each of you, my supporters & friends, a farewell dedication... I can't do that! I know that I would miss naming someone... I could not bear to do that!! Please continue to visit me & my works on my regular Booksie.com site, that is by this same name!

Jungle Soap - The Beginning

by Lady Jewells

Miscellaneous / Memoir

April 24, 2015

Comments: 2

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: jungle, bear, tigress, ligress

Summary

Jungle Soap - was started by me, the Ligress. I started it in 2013, as a way to gossip about my friends without anyone else being the wiser. It is whimsy on purpose - the sole goal is to have fun.

The Most Annoying Day of my Life

by Dawn Lisa

Miscellaneous / Memoir

March 01, 2015

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

This is a glimpse into the real life of Dawn Lisa. I was stuck at my mother's house at the Jersey Shore for two years, sleeping in her living room on an air mattress, with my son. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to me in my whole life, and so as you can imagine, a lot of drama happend within those two years. However, I am thankful for some wonderful things that happened; I was in two plays, I played a zombie in a trailer, I taught French, I danced, and I fell in love for the 6th time. God was good to me. Eventualy I took a teaching job in China and that is how my son and I ended up back on Oahu. None the less, this was the most annoying day of my life, and happened to fall during this same time period. It is also a look into the real life of an exotic dancer. I started dancing at age 32 because I had decided to go to grad school at that time. I danced on and off from age 32 to 39, and may possibly moonlight as a dancer again in the near future. Of course now I have a club that I can always return to. Enjoy!

She is Always the Hero

by Wonerful

Miscellaneous / Memoir

September 08, 2014

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

Note of Encouragement

what is love to me?

by maidofair

Miscellaneous / Memoir

August 25, 2013

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: lust, love, words, ive, random, written, whatislove

Summary

A short slight poetic, terrible grammar written on piece of what i think love is.,,, get ready for cheese in 5,4,3,2.......

Letter 1. The first night.

by LettersToHer

Miscellaneous / Memoir

April 15, 2013

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

I write to you the beginning of us. Our first night together.

Rape, is it so easily defined ?

by sweetcitywoman

Miscellaneous / Memoir

January 07, 2013

Comments: 3

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

The subject of rape has come up a lot lately and it's sent my head spinning. My thoughts are what is rape ? How does one define it when there are certain circumstances involved? I will lay out my thoughts and instances as best I can. It's not really a good day for me as my head is muddled with damage .

Diaspora (Autobiographical)

by Brenda Borg

Miscellaneous / Memoir

October 16, 2012

Comments: 3

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: teenage, memoir, biography, ireland, ira, troubles, fermanagh

Summary

Brenda Borg left her native troubled Irish borderlands aged 16. Here's why.

Next ! Kidnapped.

by sweetcitywoman

Miscellaneous / Memoir

July 18, 2012

Comments: 12

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

This is the end of Wallace, on to a different sort of pimp but a pimp none the least.

Run Away Child continued

by sweetcitywoman

Miscellaneous / Memoir

July 16, 2012

Comments: 8

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: beatings, pimps, machetes

Summary

This is a continuance of the first entry ....more on my time with Wallace ( first pimp ) and how I escaped him only by being abducted then sold after being taken to another city.

Fucking Shit

by Paul Freak

Miscellaneous / Memoir

June 05, 2012

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: chapter, memoir, infinite, writings, fucking_shit

Summary

It's my fucking life. Hours waste in obstinate thoughts. Portraits of a mind flow that break out in this void. Here are love, sex, hate, laughs, this is my only existence.

An Excerpt from "Welcome Home Now Get Out, Memoirs of Our Life on Yucatan Drive"-"The Baggage" chapter

by RoxyRedCat

Miscellaneous / Memoir

May 19, 2012

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

This is a chapter from "Welcome Home Now Get Out, Memoirs of Our Life on Yucatan Drive". It is a true story that my mother and I are working on getting done and published.This chapter centers in on a particular person that impacted us in the most unfortunate way, as we started to realise we should re-think certain room mate decisions. Hope you enjoy!

Inside my skin prison.

by hermatigeblake

Miscellaneous / Memoir

July 10, 2010

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

Items from my life

My Addiction(s)

by Timmay

Miscellaneous / Memoir

May 31, 2010

Comments: 1

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: pain, drugs, cocaine, marijuana, meth, opiates

Summary

This is about my personal drug use, and hopefully will help someone understand a little about addiction and emotional pain. And for the record, I wasn't high when I wrote this. Thanks to Blanca Sandoval for inspiring me to actually finish this.

Joey

by slightlystrange

Miscellaneous / Memoir

February 12, 2010

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

This is a collection of stories, that I will add to over time about Joey, who might be the best friend I've had yet. This is of course dedicated to him.

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by slightlystrange

Miscellaneous / Memoir

January 23, 2010

Comments: 2

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

This is the second installment of my story, and it is exremely bloody...

Humming the Song in a feather through the Mists of Time

by Ken Simm

Miscellaneous / Memoir

September 08, 2008

Comments: 5

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: life, mountains, memories, animals, letter, confounded, islands

Summary

A Confounded Letter

why why why why

by whatsit2you

Miscellaneous / Memoir

August 07, 2008

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: love, death, pain, abuse, peace, danger, lack

Summary

why why why why why did she die? why the old lady die why the old girl cry why she sigh... why why why why . why she cry why she die .. can she fly ..will she die in the sky... why the old gal die why she cry do she know why... they tell her to die they say she can fly why why why? thoose nights she died that night she flied that day she died! why why why why ? why the thing kill her.. why he fill her with nasty filth...slimy greenn white silt? why why why? why he smash her eye ? why he kill her sky? why why why why? she was good it the man thing was wood ..why why why why.. why the pain? what it gain why it hurt ? where her skirt .let me die let me cry why why why why? why why why why.. is she dead he did what she said why why why why? she was a little girl in a little world didnt it know why the thing hurt her so? a little girl in a little world . why it make her die why it make her cry, is she old is she cold why why why why? now she in the sky she dont know why only that now she can fly.. why;? first she was bold then she was old now her body lay cold why why why why?

iM DEAD

by whatsit2you

Miscellaneous / Memoir

July 22, 2008

Shelves: 1

The House

Summary

wHY aM i DEAD? WHO KNOWS WHO CARES? THE LARge red baloon flies past My face buried in the wet ugly slimy mud. Why am I alive? The large bird flys by and bites my left eye out and the yellow skunky slimeball filled with holes laughs? WHY does the death of a mind take so long white dirt covers my eyes they are stiff and wet I cannot blink unless my arm stops bleeding the bright red blood of a dead heart artery bursts. I open my mouth and gasp in the last bit of gas before we all go around the dirt stuffed blackened, bloody filled room in my head. why are we here death is a air dog waiting for us to bleed and hurt and strangle our own head in the flower filled rotten tooth of creation. the dog barks and need to shit its dirty contente on the roses they are black and smelly. the rot has started again in my brain why we need to live so that terrible thing our brain can eat us alive every day I bleed why.