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By Midnight Black Cat
When the night awakens and the sun goes to sleep, innocence is lost when those that are passed come back
By Robert Kasch
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
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A family of 4 moves to a new neighbourhood hoping to get a new start and turn-around their life for the better. But when 7 year old Maci meets a strange new friend, her life is suddenly put in danger.
By Ill Buddha
A young man with the ability to see ghosts meets a beautiful woman in a cemetary...
Cindy's boyfriend plummets to his death, but his ghost remains. He shows her all the wonders of being dead, but what will happen when he gives her a choice that she's not sure she can make?
By Skyler Dee
This is a dream I had recently that kind of scared me. I felt like it would sound beautiful in writing.
z0mb1ezg0dd3ss for On the Dark side challenge
one last poem from creative writing...not too sure what inspired it though...
Belphegor is the successor to the throne of one of London's most feared underground mafias of the natural and supernatural world. He lives as in aristocrat in London's society, plagued by the madness and darkness that runs through his family. He is constantly being stalked by a monster that...
About how death is so well ignored by most.
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By William Arthur
The first scene set in the cemetary. It's the first version so it's open to change but I kind of like it the way it is right now.
Novel | Updated Nov 24, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A ghost wanders sadly through a cemetary destined to relive the death of her lover and herself every night for eternity.
When reading this, please imagine someone in a corset and pettycoats reading this. lol. A poem from a lady to her dead lover. Yay for morbidity. Tea and crumpets, thanks for reading! =D
A poem about life through the eyes of an angel statue in a cemetary.
Poetry | Updated Jan 28, 2009 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Everytime you merely read a page, you get cuts and bruises. When you finish the book you end up dead.