What's your name?" he asked, hand on the door knob. She smiled, "Mary." "Like the Virgin?" he laughed, stepping out of the restaurant. SKoW Challenge Response

It was a bad idea the minute he pressed her up against the wall; they were enemies. He played for Spain and she was the daughter of the England manager. Add a jealous ex, an ass of a manager and the opposition who were more like family. She was screwed.

[ON HOLD] Two teenagers, a Muslim and a Christian...and an innocent love story unfolds...[If such material irritates you, then please don't read]

A white turban, full beard, and loaded gun is the stereotype of a muslim. Very off from the tall, skinny, arab girl that I am. For those that want to educate themselves about muslims and thier practices, then here is the place to read.

Janie's had it with people putting her down. All hell broke loose when the students at Midas High, found out about her love. It was a breather when he left, but now he's back from college and everything that she worked hard to attain falls apart. FIN

I fell in love with a real nice guy..too bad he never knew. R&R please

A sweet way to describe this mysterious thing all around.

Yousra is a twenty year old Muslim women who is tormented at her University. Here are her pains and sorrows.

Ever wondered how those harsh comments felt to a muslim girl? Being bullied about her beliefs and fellow muslims after 9/11. Here's your chance to see.

My Version of Cinderella. No magic, no willingly servile stepsisters. Just a slave girl, a curious prince, and way more than one glass slipper. R for violence and blood.

My love poem about the guy who works at book store who's name I don't know. I call him "Punjab"

A sonnet I wrote for poetry class.

a poem about writing poetry (hehe) - please r/r!

Yea ok about my idea of a punk read the A/N

A cautionary poem in plain language style; tell me what you think

Just somthing i threw together-thoughts that were running thru my head hope u understand it R&R please!

Betrayed by those whom she trusted...

For my father.

You must remember to agree with others/ To wear a plastic smile no matter how much it hurts/ For to show pain and sorrow would be weak/ And the weak ones are the first to fall- About high school and pain and life.