A million people die by suicide every year

On a moonless night just as the clock strikes twelve the gates to all the grave yards will open wide . The dead will rise and set their feet on a path that leads to Times Square.

thes this boy theres this girl they meet they fall in love he takes her on a date they go somewere to gethere and they swim and then he finds something about here

How an orphan finds a new father and a new life
A short story about a native girl and her new father. But also about believe in him or other things

This is actually a poem about what happens to me when I have nightmares. Just keep in mind that I have nightmares almost every night. Even though this is under Short Story.

dear's...

how are you...?

hear i am wrote some poems

for me...

about you

you love you

with your pick up...

and love your self...

with lovengly...

madley...

try nice of love...

++otteri selvakumar

She's loved, she's hated. But as the Ultimate Assassin, what else can you expect? But will Someone go crazy and take it too far. Will Lasie live long enough to tell the tale of the Final Assassination?