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Ever wanted to live inside a musical? To be able to burst out into song and sing about everything youâ€™re feeling at the moment. Hoping for your amazing dance number that starts out as just you and then suddenly everyone around you knows the dance too? To sing the magical duet with your...
By Labyrinth Black
My all time favourite musical is Wicked, and I love the line: 'no one mourns the wicked', and i just knew that I had to make a poem about it. So, here you go!
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
I wrote this rant or short story about today's youth and modern man and how we have become our own worse nightmare. How our belief system is corrupt as is our society as a whole. Whether man can save himself is unknown, but at our current pace and philosophy we have little time left on this...
This content is written in order to re-vizualise the limitations of man, and their helplessness before Death..
A short story about a girl who wanted more than what she got dealt.
By Kimberly Adams
Juanita is tired of being her mother's translator. She is in high school and has better things to do with her time, such as acting in the school's musical. But when she finds out her mother is pregnant, that is the lost straw. She eventually ends up going to church and finds something more to life.
The adventure begins. He wakes up and begins exploring his surroundings and himself.
By Girly Girl Star
Super Spy Victoria Steel has lost everything in a few short minutes. Her best friend died in front of her, and her boyfriend Drake was taken away by the Warriers of TNK. Santiago asked for something she couldnt give, and now she is out of options. Vick free's her old Friend from Jail, and asks...
By The Merrimack
Session gone wrong.
Short Story | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
By Eric N
13 year old James was ditching the last day of school with his friend, Oliver. They went into this secret place that they found out about their treehouse and went through a secret portal and had went to another world. The world name is unknown. No one knows about their disapperance except their...
Would you sell your soul to the devil?
Thatâ€™s how long Merit Hyde has to live. Two measly months until sheâ€™s no more than ashes in the wind. The doctors say thereâ€™s no hope. Sheâ€™s left to waste away, bit by bit. That is, until Keegan Meres...
By Little Frey
I was listening to this song and i just had to write this poem.
Poetry | Updated Jan 3, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Melissa Firefox
No where to run. Forbidden to hide.
You are trapped.
Tonight a teacher has died. I wonder what humanity has left to ruin. I'm sickened. I hate myself for being part of a race that can take something fragile, and shatter it. You give me things to write about. You inspire a world I so desperately hope I had created. It is a monster.