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When Earth is deteriorating and you have no way out, why wouldn't you participate in... A Pillow Fight?
By Craig Lightheart
Mythrallia, a country plagued by inequality and strife. Humans, Elves and Dwarves live in the same land but the races had failed to achieve harmony. The humans were by far the largest race and as such, they sat at the top of the food chain in Mythrallia. The human King, Leonard Redblade, ruled...
A Haiku - How I felt about the employees in Times Square in -10 degree weather standing around having photos with tourists. They must not earn much.
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Environment means the surroundings. Land, water, air, plants, animals, solid wastes and other things that are surrounding us constitute our environment. Man and environment are closely intertwined with each other, to maintain a balance or equilibrium in nature.
Different groups of people...
Sometimes life doesn't go as planned...
Short Story | Updated Oct 21, 2013 | Reads: 128 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A passionate love affair
A really short poem describing the feeling of Friday in childhood home - something I really miss eperiencing.
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Iyces was a young girl that married her high school sweetheart. A few years into the marriage, her husband became addict to drugs. This is her story of how she survived the mental and physical abuse that was thrust upon her and her children on a daily bases. Iyces did a lot of things that she is...
5-Saffron-N-Dakota is a machine that once embodied the traits of humanity, brought out of stasis to fulfill one final mission. Will he succeed? And what will the price of his success be?
By Naomi Folettia
If you concentrate on the largest thing to the smallestâ€¦it is actually quite amazing.
If you look within the words, you'll see the true meaning of what I mean and feel/think.
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
Another poem created in this dark writing phase I seem to be in.