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This is a short piece of writing I had to do for some English coursework; it's about a man disillusioned with reality, who suffers an internal conflict of endeavoring to find peace of mind. It's rather Gothic in a sense, and is essentially the result of me experimenting with a different style of...
This is an extra scene that did not make it into "War of Destiny: Lost Soul." I offer it as an extra for interested readers. It is stand alone, but offers insight for those who have read the book.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 20, 2015 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It's only short, read it and find out.
Short Story | Updated Jan 19, 2015 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A poem about people who are seemingly very open but in reality have lots of secrets and stories people don't know about.
Just tried to show the pain of those girls who are victim of acid attacks, female infanticide, female genital mutilation and brutal attacks. Sorry if my work harms anybody's sentiments.
By Lawson Luke
A compendious and concise analysis of Sir Walter Raleigh's masterpiece: 'The Soul's Errand.'
the energy around a person
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
FRAGILE HEART AND SOUL
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Sara Battaglia
The pen as my tool, I go forth into the night.
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." -Lord Byron
This is the second interview I did with Samuel, one of the other main characters in my book, Lost Soul. Enjoy.
Miscellaneous | Updated Dec 23, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
November sky and my heart
Poetry | Updated Dec 23, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
All I have ever wanted is someone to trust
By Arnav Pratap Singh
This act is about the supernatural love and Evil.
Losing a loved one. In what way? For the reader to interpret..
Forgive me Lord, I am your slave
And soon will be a hump of clay