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In the future, we've burned so much trash and thrown so much junk away that the atmosphere has reached toxic medium. all animals and plants were killed except for the insects and bacteria, who instead mutated and overtook the rotten wasteland by devouring human flesh and feeding off the garbage...
short poem about self harm and how it makes people feel yeah its a battle many have gone threw and is going threw
This is another poem I wrote last night which conveys my deepest thoughts and emotions.
By Myke Grey
This short story is inspired by true events. My friend wanted me to share her story of how music literally saved her life.
By Rogue Writer
the mindest of someone filled with regret
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 30, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Chloe Jane Hunt
Just a short poem I wrote for Suicide Awareness Week.
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
By Alis Trev
In the last decade tensions between the warring factions of Tryna have proved to become deadly. The warriors caught in the middle follow their orders, but how long can this bloodshed continue without repercussions?
Paper Bombardier few fears enrapture more than horizontal Ink splatter rounds at the Bar From a Gold Bullion Gunpowder Pen charged where the Signet ring reads The God Literati.Full Metal Jacket For Good Bad and Ugly,Bumping Ax along the Grain for a tree Stump for days- Quantifying Ways to...
Some of my personal experiences put to words.
By Taco Dan
A person's mind is a delicate thing.
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
Simply a piece about my emotions, and how badly I want to give in.
A child soldier, trained to think nothing of human life, fights with his fellow soldiers to escape into world outside.
Novel | Updated May 13, 2013 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2