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A person stepping into the light of truth.
Poetry | Updated Nov 28, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The fate of a soul is decided in a massive ball game.
Short Story | Updated Nov 17, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By R Yosh
Katrina Kay was A Reaper in The Defense force, an Organisation made for the purpose of fighting Soulstealers who use the power of souls for their own gain but after an incident she is demoted and sent to a small town in America with the good looking and unstoppable flirt Cam. There she finds...
Novel | Updated Nov 11, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When do we truly die? When do our souls truly fade away with the dust and remains of our life and work?
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Phoebe Kishbaugh
opinions and critiques? :)
A metaphoric description and definition of both life and death as it relates to our beginning of life on earth and the end of life when we pass away.
Questions about the afterlife
Poetry | Updated Oct 22, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Could love really be possible in the afterlife?
By Jonathan Delacuso
Death and life go hand in hand.One cannot be without the other. Everything that is born is predesignate to die.But do we ever think what happens after we die? This next eerie tale will try to shed some light on this phenomena. Today we unveil the secret that lies in the song Remember, remember.
Short Story | Updated Oct 13, 2013 | Reads: 78 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 15
By Christopher Daniel
Senses was a short story I wrote as an assignment in English class.This is an elaboration which speaks more so about the background of the realm and the every man.
By Vanessa Telaro
A poem about hoping for that place, possibly in the afterlife, that will bring us peace. A place that feels like home and is void of doubt - that place that a jaded mind longs for.
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book, "My Head Is Swarming With Flies"
A short monologue of the fear of death, the fear that one may never exist again.
By Lonesome Heartless
This is how I interpreted the classic painting