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Cash Only: Chapter 10

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Written by  Tiffani Alexander Friday, 03 September 2010 20:03

Cash Only: A Novel

I Wanna Be ...

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Written by  Tyria Wilkins Friday, 03 September 2010 15:35

I wanna be your girl

So bold and fair

And any problems that you bear

I’m gonna be right there

I wanna be your sky so high

This World, My World

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Written by  Priya A. Shah Friday, 03 September 2010 15:04

This world, my world makes no sense

Yet I continue to learn, move, live and love

This world, your world is too far to travel. Yet, I want to come

Just the Other Day...

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Written by  Tiffani Alexander Tuesday, 06 July 2010 13:56

My phone is eerily silent, after so much noise…the other night.

 

You seem to have forgotten my name…things seemed changed, far from the same

 

You have nothing to tell me, nothing at all left to say

Cash Only: Chapter 9

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Written by  Tiffani Alexander Tuesday, 06 July 2010 13:36

Cash Only: A Novel

A Twirl of Thrill

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Written by  Priya A. Shah Tuesday, 06 July 2010 12:20

Beyond the Rocky Mountains and over the green hills, below the deep sea and greater than the blue sky, there was a land, so far away that no one, not a single soul knew about it. It was called The Waterfall Kingdom. There, rays of water streamed and sled on the walls of the towns and the beam of the sun shined through the waterfalls often creating a rainbow.

Rollercoaster Solution

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Written by  Mark Peterson Tuesday, 06 July 2010 11:56

Growing up I always had a helping hand, my corner was always filled with loving family and friends willing to stop what they were doing, for me. Willing to go the extra mile, but as my “age mileage” increased, it’s only logical that those helping hands decrease.


From a Seed to a Flower

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Written by  Mark Peterson Monday, 05 July 2010 09:43

A “seed” is different from none. It’s similar to all of its type––something so small and visually meaningless with the potential to bring true beauty to a physical existence. When looking at a “seed,” I begin to wonder...How? How can something so simple grow to be this metaphoric example of life and beauty?

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