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By Deadly Words
the scary beast with cold ice-like skin and eyes of red.
the killer i'm tracking for years. face to face; i fought it today.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
By Louis Hamm
Dreams are curious things. They can take us to the place were we've always longed to be. But if we are not careful they can turn into nightmares. And sometimes, they can get out of control.
Short Story | Updated Jan 2, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is what happens when you stick me outside in the dead of the wintry night with a stubborn dog and a pen and pad to keep me company.
This is my entry for Marriah Justine's Modern Day Disney Contest!
Poetry | Updated Dec 24, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Bernadette Frances
This poem inspired me when I went to see a pantomime production of Beauty and the Beast when Beautyâ€™s mother always said to her:
â€œThere is always something precious that you admire. Sometimes you have it let it go but it will always come back to you if it was yours to begin...
A small logging town in Hidden Springs Arkansas comes under attack, as skin walkers terrorize teenage campers, as well as some of the other locals of this small rural community. Come along on this chilling tale of horror and suspense.
Beauty and Beast remix. Magnesium's version.
By Luna Hades
To the ancient Greeks, I was the most terrifying deadly image.
But I was not always a monster. I was punished for a crime I did not commit. I was the victim that was about to become the accused. Centuries of punishment, alone in my secluded cave, men after men hunting bravely for my head; now a...
Theyre haunted. Haunted by something reaching to the entire world. Constantly killing, feasting, struggling to live without the destruction of our lives. Living in the water, these beasts do. We cannot stop them, we cannot see them, we cannot know what they are, we remain completally...
In a world where anything and everything is possible, Myracle Spencer Johnson is anything but ordinary. She has fiery red hair, blazing green eyes, and a feisty attitude to match. As keeper of the secrets of the Grimm, her job is to protect and watch over all the people in Grimm.
This is actually a poem to my mom. But I'm sure that she'll never understand.
while robin's in her own world searching for herself, all the way in the eighth nation is a Yugorn boy is also lost. Different then his violent beast ways of his race, the young child grows interest in the humans, who are invading his nation.
This is a fictitious story about the Yeti.
"What are you going to do Alistair?" I smirk, "Go nerd on me?"
He just stands in front of me, fists clenched at his sides.
"Poor, poor nerd with no way to defend his equally geeky girlfriend." I give him a mockingly apologetic smile and turn to leave.
"Poor, poor rich girl." I...