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Makrog is a simple blacksmith's son living in Broken Steel, he lives simply and has no worries about money. He goes out to The Bawd's Theft almost every night like most people in Broken Steel do... Until he is thrust into a world of dark magic and the quest to find The Dark Grail... Will he...
By Reptar Kournealius
One of the few pieces of poetry that I've been confident enough in to post on my blog "Simply Broke In"
Have I turned into a beastly animal?
When all hope is gone and you're left stranded in the body of a beast...
Poetry | Updated Mar 6, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Giselle Blair
Krista Albany is completely alone in the world...and her blindness doesn't help. Fate would only have it that she stumbles across an enormous cast-iron gate and beyond lies a mammoth, sinister-looking castle. As rains begin to pour, she has no other choice but to enter.
She run into a stuck-up,...
By J F Gambit
The tale of a woebegone beast who is scared of even his reflection, based on the mythical creature that lived in the hemlock forests of northern Pennsylvania. Sort of a rough draft-could use some editing.
A reunion, a beautiful week in the wilderness. Cousins meet up, a friend tags a long. 3 People, 1 situation. 3 people, and 6 sunsets...
By Joseph Tomkinson
This short one page story is about an average walk that one such as yourself might have taken after working a night shift. Its told through sound. Some sight of course was necessary to create enough description for yourself to see it in your mind. But most of it is told through sound.
Just an idea I was working on for awhile.
Remember kids, don't steal!
Plaese don't offer ideas as well =p if that's ok.
By Amy I Hughes
The end is nigh!
Short Story | Updated Jan 26, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 4
By Tcm Ronin
Poetry | Updated Jan 13, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The beginning of Ashe's story.
Rated as is for later chapters.
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