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By Ray Kurts
The story tells of a woman. Whose Husband
and families all gone and now she sits alone
waiting for death to come. While watching the
sunset come and go which always her favorite.
The old cat still traces the Dog.
By Dark Skylight
Its about theres noone to understand me,and stop me from falling down...
this is meant for my band eventually, like most my other stuff.
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
an experience during a black out worth reliving with the lights on...
Short Story | Updated Jun 5, 2008 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Another love poem to Prince Black. This one's a bit more serious than the previous poem addressed to him, and maybe a bit less optimistic.
By Mike Folley
This is the result of SeeSawMae's challenge that was presented to me. I responded as quickly as I could so I hope it's ok for it.
This is the second part of the story of the wandering student, and this is still not the end. This part actually tells the events that preceded the arrival of the student. Some elements of this part were taken from the original legend, such as the saddle and the frog, the church bells and the...
Disclaimer: I do not own these lyrics
Credit goes to Motley Crue-Black Widow
In her eyes
You're the night's desire
You're the one on her lips
She'll drink your love
In the shadow of blood
It's a deadly, deadly kiss
You're just a man
All in her prey
In the web of delight
All you can do
Novel | Updated May 25, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
(This is the first part of a longer poem I intend to write. This is just a draft, probably I'm going to change some lines of it or add more to it in the future.)
Usually I'm not fond of long poems, but this is a tale that I really want to tell, and as I'm not that good in prose, I thought I...
An Asian kid with bad luck
Short Story | Updated May 22, 2008 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I used Bella and Jacob (Edward is a small part of it) in this short story...
Short Story | Updated May 9, 2008 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 5
By Wayward Troubadour
A third episode in my series of silly poems about the black knight and the hero, this poem is from the maiden's point of view.
By Susan Hartline Fouts
I'm cooking a pot of black beans and just felt inspired to write this.
Isaac Douglas seemed to be just another figure, if any other figure, of human history. He never expected to make history books, not even the local papers.
In the year 2085, he exists, and thus is where he belongs...
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