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Random First Lines:An elderly man, Charlie, is down and out after his wife passes away until he meets a new friend at the local diner which he frequently visits. » Read
Don't ask me where this title came from. I just gave a title which reflects the uncertainty and the confusion of the poem. It is basically a poem of opposites and the edges of feelings.
This is a story designed to give a second view. I won't say what on, as that gives away the ending. It was my first short story ever written, and is rather 'abstract'.
By Benjamin Demontalt Aka Joseph Hicks
"The Wonderer's Asylum" It's an autobiographical fantasy... tells the spiritual journey of the universe. A series of questions and riddles. Looking for your own answers and asking your own questions. Allows one to wonder on a quest through a magical space and enhances ones imagination and...
Here is a story about an old man.
It is a poem about looking forward vs. looking back...
It is a short poem about a candle...
By Zsuzsika Sk
A story of raw passion...a succubus devouring her victim...me maybe.
By Caroline Michaud
Poetry | Updated May 22, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
One of my darker poems. Wrote it with inspiration of self-image in mind.
A lonely Free Thrower encounters a former idol of his, only to hear some unsettling statements.
This is an essay I wrote for school. Personally, I think this is one of my best peices of work so far! The topic was to do with ones emotions in relation to creativity - I spread my butter pretty thin on sticking to topic . . . Can you find the "hidden" metaphor near the end? Please critique, it...
By Jan Gabriel
A very short thought bubble on literature as life.
Poetry | Updated Mar 28, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Cory Cortez
A sloppy short story of mine. It's a little abstract. I think it still needs a bit of polish and such. Let me know what you guys think, and above all, please enjoy! :D
Here's an introduction that I'm unsure about keeping:
This is a bitterly persistent rage, my tongue flexing itself as my lips...
Was thinking of God and how far I've fallen, I guess it's just a secret calling out to myself...
Poetry | Updated Mar 11, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2