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 | Hillside Glory (Partial Draft) | r. wesley ellington | Short Story | Historical Fiction | 5 | 0.75 | Feb 9, 2012 |
Summary:This is only a draft of what will be part of my next novel. There will a little bit before and much after it. I am considering greed as the central theme. It's based on a historic earthquake that occured in the volcanic region of California where the Mojave desert meets the mighty Sierras.
I just wanted to get started rightChapters: |
 | A Winter Specter | deb | Short Story | Flash Fiction | 8 | 0.72 | Jan 18, 2012 |
Summary:This is another possible entry for a 1200 word short story contest. If you've read Love Me, Alfredo, which story speaks to you more? Any and all feedback is appreciated.Chapters: |
 | SO DARK THE WOODS | flowing pencil | Poetry | Poetry | 8 | 0.15 | Oct 28, 2011 |
Summary:
BACK TO MY DARKNESS Sorry.. We have all been in my words.
I hope you read it, feel it down in your marrow and relate.
This time of years doesn't help :)
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 | Aint Throwin Myself Off No Bridges (Final Poem) | Ellis | Poetry | Poetry | 12 | 1.38 | Jul 10, 2011 |
Summary:I just put this together as a parting poem. It took me all of thirty minutes to write. Wanted to leave you with a high note, literally. I will always be a part of the TNBW family. I have a daughter going through a crisis and for a short while I have to put the metaphors away. I will keep my pen filled with ink until we are reunited again. Thank you so much for not only welcoming me into your house, but allowing to walk on the red carpet as well. You are all my heroes...
This is not a great poem, but there is love between the lines.Chapters: |
 | Broken Pieces | roseywriter123 | Poetry | Poetry | 8 | 0.53 | Sep 23, 2010 |
Summary:A poem I wrote some time ago. I do not normally write poetry, but for some reason, this just popped into my head. Looking for suggestions to make it better, perhaps how to work it into a story rather than just a poem.Chapters: |
 | Dear Oprah | Ellis | Novel | Literary Fiction | 2 | n/a | May 15, 2010 |
Summary:Correne Johnson, 18, is all the things most women never want to be: Overweight, illiterate and unloved. And she is being molested by her Aunts fiance. She uses her addiction to the Oprah Winfrey show and Oprah's TV wisdom's to challenge her Oppressor. These actions could either end her life or save her.Chapters: |
 | Winter Break Trilogy | BukowskisMuse | Poetry | Poetry | 5 | 0.73 | Dec 26, 2008 |
Summary:Three poems from April-December 2008. Oh the joys of student life. I'm a geo major, in case it's not obvious.Chapters: |
 | Tasteless | TirzahLaughs | Poetry | Poetry | 13 | 0.36 | Aug 21, 2008 |
Summary:This may offend you, but is it to simple? Suggestions welcome.Chapters: |
 | Bed for My Sorrows | arianna cordelle sofer | Poetry | Poetry | 9 | 0.53 | Aug 20, 2008 |
Summary:I am not a poet at all, but one of my characters is. He has a large role in book 2 and book 3. At the time in his life where he writes this poem, he is an abolute mess. His family was murdered, and he was beaten nearly to death. Before the tragedym he was a quiet gentle hearted artist, who wrote and sang songs for children in his spare time. Now he's unstable and a ittle psychotic.-------------------
Feel free to rewrite the poem if you'd like, as long as all his thoughts stay in it. I'm not talented enough to pull off poetry, and I want him to sound talented.Chapters: |
 | Dark secret of the past | Shadow | Short Story | Memoir | 10 | 0.46 | Nov 9, 2006 |
Summary:A short piece from a part of my life that no-one knew about, and still don't. I was always the perfectly happy child and friend.
I would like to add that although when i wrote this i hadn't cut again for years, the urge is always there when i get down and after a severely depressing start to the year 2008 i unfortunately do have two scars that are visible in on my left upper wrist.
It is something i only feel when depressed, which i am over now and it is part of the reason i would like to become a psychologist. To be able to help people that are going through things that make them feel this way.
This is a rough piece i have barely edited. This was inspired by a book i read at the time, which was a story of a lady with bipolar disorder and cut herself often to the point of hospitalisation. I felt the need to write my first experience down.Chapters: |
 | Depression | Michael Kent | Poetry | Flash Fiction | 13 | 0.41 | Nov 4, 2006 |
Summary:A break-up in under 100 words.Chapters: |