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About a dear old friend named Victoria
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By Anton Cheglov
Considered an unresolved mystery, a myth, a miracle, a failure of the investigating authorities, an urban legend, or simply ignored as something impossible. But is it really impossible?
By Alan Forsythe
Article that originally appeared in Urban Pie Magazine.
By Falcon Villiams
This is a poem I wrote right after reading Ishmael Beah's novel A Long Way Gone; Memoirs of a Boy Soldier. The book documents his life as a soldier in the Sierra Leone Army, and the struggles he goes through to leave that life. My Poem however, only encompasses the time before he was a soldier...
Poetry | Updated May 29, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
"LÃ©on, this is war. Not a time for heroic deeds. This is no story, dude. 'S real life."
"I know. But what if it works?"
During World War 1, the Belgian village of Grimbergen is being assaulted by the Germans.
The soldiers can't defend their homes, because the Burned Bridge's mechanism is...
Yet another poem that I wrote. The subjec of this poem is ignorance is bliss
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
To all the cool people out there.
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this peace when I was about to kill myself. It's mainly about my joke of a father, and as a result of him I stayed miserable.
By Allie Apathy
You burn, but still I am cold...
Mic Ravt is a man who know the whole story and the narrator telling the story about the deaths of seven children, Amy, Clara, Ida, Maud, Rhoda, Titus, and last but not least Victor. All of them died in terrible ways but there is something that makes them all connected. Keep guessing what it is...
By Joy Evans
Something I found on my old quizilla account that I wrote just after he died.
Emtional, abusive,horrifying, and unimaginable. Domestic abuse. A woman being beaten and raped Isolated from the rest of the world. Just trying to survive and break the silence that so many want to locked away. But please TELL.
I was feeling the pressure from the holidays as I looked at the very meager and somewhat crappy gifts I was FORCED to accept with grace. They weren't all bad, but I rather prefer cash. My husband and mother tried to convince me I was scandalous when I said that. Then I realized what a bitch I am.