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I was thinking about the generations of accumulated knowledge that've got us where we are now.. and about where we might go.
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I left Hell not to run from evil but to destroy it will you help me...
Novel | Updated Dec 10, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A man is confused and fearful of his life when he realizes that he is being haunted by a dark ancient force which no human is supposed to come to face with. But what ARE these beings that haunt him? And what is it that they want from him?
*This is an entry for dclovesfd's 5 Sentence Contest*
Angels and venom, yo.
friendship is good thing
and in our life god given three gift
first one is mother
second one is father and
third one is friendship
By Melissa Firefox
We've all seen our reflections in bodies of water, or a mirror. But... what if those reflections have a world of their own?
And what if you're in it?
There is a tree that is lost in endless agony. There are beings with a hunger evil and intent. There are Guardians with hearts pure and strong. This is a tale of Sacrifice and Battle and Love.
Bernice Wilder is a sixteen fifteen year old girl, with her confusing relationship with her best friend, Philip Mankee, and her over protective brothers visiting her and her Aunt Sylvia, things could not get any worse. To make things even worse her brother Kyle has bought home a new girlfriend....
We all, as writers, get that urge to just take a small thought that planted itself in our minds, and water it until it grows and branches. The urge to just write until all that is inside of you is reflected back towards you, and you have a small piece of yourself mirrored outside of your mind...
I don't know what I am, or why I am. All I know is I have control. In a world humans only think they rule, yet I have all the power. Or at least I think I do. I just enjoy fucking things up, and the human existence is just meaningless enough to make it fun. Chaos is my drug.
By Philip Roberts
Poem about a town haunted by slithering creatures that hunt by night.
A human lost his love; he couldn't fight it so he seeks help from both humans an elemental beings only to achieve a Pyrrhic victory.
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Lacy Cornwall
What you write isn't necessarily a trip through your head for the reader.