Plath Stories

the exact book "the bell jar" by sylvia plath

English essays for people who need ideas, or who are stuck writing boring essays for school and are unsure of what to write. Essays consisting of composition pieces, Ham...

Complex of poems that depict a picture of misery,anger,emptiness.Poems that I wrote at 3 in the morning but words who have been living with me for some time.So if you wa...

The Bell Jar chronicles the crack-up of Esther Greenwood: brilliant, beautiful, enormously talented, and successful, but slowly going under-maybe for the last time. Syl...

All about Sylvia Plath.

A story about my depression and a short ode to it as well

got some light analysis to understand sylvia plath's poem 'the mirror' better

In 2010, the sudden suicide of celebrated writer, Anna Katherine Maria, sends shivers of surprise and rumors among the literary fraternity and readers alike. Five years...

An unidentified young narrator takes readers on a journey through her thoughts while it seems the world falls apart at her feet. She lives in a small minded, small tow...

i tend to write poems that suck and then never edit them. here's a collection.

harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it...

to life

i love writing poetry but i am very new to it, and i would really appreciate your feedback!

This is a collection of my favorite poems, which I have collected so far. It has the biggies like Walt Whitman or Byron, but it also has some of lesser known poets who w...

There are mysterious people in all of their lives - the people of Messenger of Fear, BZRK and Gone all figure out that their destinies follow the same line. When they me...

Welcome to Drafting Davies! A book which will consist of the following: Wattpad and included topics. Writing (Tips and tricks). A 'How to' series; obviously for 'Dummies...

My mind is a storm water drain. Contained within is my current attempt to force my hand. I used to write every night, now I'm lucky if it's once every three months.