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By Alice Dwaino
I wrote this poem for school last year (grade 7), and I kind of liked it. Strangely, even though I'm a happy and energetic person, I love writing dark-ish poetry. Anyway, I hope you like it! And please leave a comment, whether you liked it or not. Thanks!
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2007 | Reads: 213 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
blloob blloob Please feed me
blloob blloob Can't you see
By Scribblings Of A Middle Aged Mad Man
Perhaps one day a popular tourist destination..
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Kate has a strange experience that leaves her lost in a different place and time! Will she manage to find her way back to reality or will she be stuck forever? Only Kate can solve the mystery!
By Amity Willows
A poem I wrote about these colors; black, white, silver and red. Please enjoy!
By Glynn Scott
This is a story about assumtion. A tale that I hope leaves you a little squimy. It speaks to how we try not to believe, but we do any way.
Short Story | Updated Oct 30, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The eternal problem of blackhood
Short Story | Updated Oct 17, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
By Brian Peza Perrins
This is Black Country dialect, the Black Country is situated in the centre of the UK in the region of West Midlands, so called for it's past links with heavy industry
I'm not sure how I feel about this one, it's very different from my other pieces, but I like the style. It's kind of a one-sided conversational poem that uses this theme of hollywood to bring out a subtle love story. Feedback is appreciated!
In a cave the witch does live
Icky and creapy with spider webs
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
By Breettey Skye
This is a short novel of a punk/rock girl named Roryn Daley who has to deal with love, high school, and her mom's obsession of her sweet sixteen. Written in past and present tense. That's how I write!
By Mikey Mccormack
This piece is about fear, the feeling the emotion... the fear.
Poetry | Updated Sep 20, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
It is the color black what it is, what is represented for, and on.
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2007 | Reads: 814 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
By Nova Chan
a lot of blood and knives
not for the faint hearted
Short Story | Updated Aug 30, 2007 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2