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I was honestly running on 6 hours of sleep within 3 days when i wrote this. I am honestly tired, but my mind is going 50 miles an hour. Maybe you can see that i'm pretty tired and not making since as you read this.
Short Story | Updated Jan 24, 2014 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Noand Hegask
Awaken from a hundred years of deep slumber, still chained in a coffin, and the only one that could be watched was the sky.. And an image of one of our kind, fluttered around the casket to console and set us free
Thirty-five year old Mark Wilson wakes up buried inside a coffin with no way of escape. At least, none that will come without a price.
By Lunar Savage
The poem had to be an extended metaphor for class. This is what I came up with. Can you guess what the metaphor is?
About a ghost watching their own funeral they learn how they died and what their life really meant.
Fiction story of a life of a man in a post-war Bosnia.
Short Story | Updated Mar 13, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This story takes place in Grant County, Indiana in the 1840s. The Underground Railroad transporting slaves from the southern states ran through this area and many local Quaker and non Quaker folks sacrificed their own safety to help the runaway slaves. The names and places in my story are...
By Michael L Lewis
A short story about a black cat that brings good fortune to an un-suspecting jogger, but at a terrible price.
Short Story | Updated Dec 7, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Michael L Lewis 38
A short horror story about a black cat who brings an unsuspecting jogger good fortune, but at a costly price.
Three short stories:
The Lottery Man (horror)
The Masked Chase (humour)
The Light People (fantasy)
By Ayla Daniels
Why happiness doesn't exsist.
lyric voice for funeral. disco rock.
He steps out and follows her into darkness leaving the night, the cript, your old life...
Emily was being brought here, something had woken her up and had hinted to come here.A whispery voice like the wind that said her name over and over again. she must have been having a hallucination. unable to fight the feeling anymore she let the voice lead her here.
By Lottie Wolf
Read the poem ;)
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1