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Random First Lines:It's a short story about a dream that I had today (2015-04-01) be fairly warned that it involves sex that's why it's rated as R. It is a story... » Read
I made improvements to the original Stalker. So here it is.
Short Story | Updated Apr 23, 2015 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
first of all it's in spanis....
still here? perfecto...
en una tierra a distancias cosmicas un continente se levanta lentamente de 5000 ciclos de guerra. en medio de la politica y viejos rencores entre razas e imperios, seis individuos; sin saberlo ellos mismos, jugaran un papel crucial en la...
Bob shops and loses jug.
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2015 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
Another passing thought. What do you think?
By Adya Dutta
Tragedy is the Hidden Truth of everyone's life... We all encounter it someday, by some way.... And here Tragedy rejoices himself as he sins.....
Mortality is a curse all are born with. Some meet it with full understanding, while others may need to be delivered to their own curse...
By Joshua Woody
will he make it or will it catch him.
Short Story | Updated Apr 16, 2015 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Its feels good to leave all.
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Take caution before reading, this contains self-harm
By Jeremy Walker
It's kinda just a jumble right now and doesn't seem to flow right. So don't judge. ;)
Draft written 7 April 2015
-This is my own writing-
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 7, 2015 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
You hold the heart in your hand, and the pressure's on. In this sanitary area you are God and fool all at once. Before you know it it's been five fucking hours with a group of people that you have come to hate and love and utterly not care about. all the while life is there in your hand, barely...
"What if the Declaration of Independance was never written?" ... I was asked this question and began to produce the following production, "The Wrong King". Freedom is non-existent, only prisoners and people exist, no citizens or passer-byers. This is a small preview of what is to come of this novel.
By Duke Z
A pickaxe lodges in a mound of snow on a cliff that rests on the outside of a snowy mountain. A lone explorer sporting a grey coat and snow pants pulls himself up. Even though a thick storm of snow blows in his face he pulls his scarf down. A gun rests on his back, along with a small backpack of...