LaughAtNite | A Punny Mianite Book

Serafino Di Loreto: "Le mie verità sul Mantova Calcio, i miei soci e il Sindaco"

Gentili tutti,credo che le recenti vicende assurte alle cronache non solo giornalistiche con dirompente eclatanza meritino e necessitino un chiarimento soprattutto nel rispetto dei tifosi lettori e di chi è comunque interessato in modo diretto ed indiretto alle sorti dell'F.C. Mantova.

The Path Within

Note- If you want more mature poems - start with "Rationalization"These poems are either from the end of my sophomore year of high school (before Rationalization) or after my senior year of college (after Rationalization). Just thought I would give a heads up!Within this work I have a variety of poems that I've written throughout the past few years. Most of them describe love or nature or have a combination of both woven through the poem. Many of these are dark and describe the feelings associated with a breakup- the thoughts many of us have, but never vocalize. Then there are others, simple poems about everyday life and the things we may not stop to think about on a day to day basis. #100 in Poetry- August 2015 (best)

The Younger Miller (Dance Moms Fic)

Abby Lee Miller's son Antonio Miller is an outstanding 13 year old dancer, social media star and actor from New York City aka The Big Apple, which is also home of his mother's studio, the Abby Lee Dance Company. With Momma Drama, A New Team and the ALDC's rival from Ohio, The Candy Apples, there's bound to be some drama

My Favorite Creepypastas

These are my favorite creepypastas

Codziennie przez dekadę

Na cmentarzu, za nagrobkiem rodziców, odkryłem tajną skrytkę. Myślałem, że jest pusta, jednak okazała się być wypchana listami mojego Ojca do nieżyjącej już wtedy Matki. To jego ostatnia wiadomość, prosta acz piękna. I niech ta prosta myśl z wami pozostanie.

Ready, Aim, Fire

Imfact

facts and profiles of the rookie kpop group Imfact

Who's Dead

The morning is pale and the past shall dieYou will embrace loneliness once moreOpen your eyelids that cover up the nightYou must not fear the ill-boding shadowsLike a doll bornout of a gloomy casketYour body is red and frozenand your heart is soothed and raised by the darkCan you see me?With how cold our joined hands feelI'm digging my bloody nails into youSo frown upon meLet's destroyour conclusion filled with mysteriesthat continues aheadRather than dying all emptywith my wings and legs ripped offThere is another mewho loves someone so much that it hurtsWell, which one of usis a figment of imagination?What is more horrifying than a splitting screamis the whispering amongst peopleNothing but the power of evil wordsmanipulates hearts and spreadsI want to touch youEven if everyone else disappearsWill I fall for your lie?Don't smile so beautifullyLet's exchangethe hope that will be created somedayas if falling in loveEven if it's smeared in blood and tearsWhat is waiting isn't despairThere is another youand even if I hurt you so much that I kill someoneHey, what in the worldis 'sin?'Ah, we are hereThe truth is, we want to liveso much that it hurtsBut you already long since knowthe answer, right?

The Witch's Cat

My name is Chris, and I'm the man who wrote a dumpster fire of a story. When I was sitting around watching Bleach I realized just how confusing Glynda truly was. Then I realized that it was far beyond fixing. This will be better than the original, it will be less confusing, but it will be the same. I am the Author!Yeah this is my attempt to fix my Glynda story, BUT there will be major differences.

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