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By Noand Hegask
If you were to be literally grounded under the ground, what would you think of?
A poem of macabre romance
Poetry | Updated Jun 28, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ally Shark
This is inspired by the song
A ROSE PLACED ON A CEMETRY PLOT FOR A LOST SON.
Poetry | Updated Mar 5, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Sandesh Bhandari
Love that has gone horribly wrong
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sweet Agony Xo
just something i thought of while i was walking through a graveyard and saw a horrible child jumping on a grave.
Poetry | Updated Nov 10, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Stella Dawn
"Why can't anybody see you?" Rachel asked Danson when they were on a date.
"Because I don't exist."
Just a short story I thought of just now. Actually I had a more detailed version but I forgotten to save it. WTH! Anyway, hope you enjoy and have fun! PS: The real title is Once upon a Dream but...
Short Story | Updated Nov 5, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By J E Hunter
There is a reason why people let the dead rest in peace, and Sammy, a poor man looking to make a quick buck, will learn the reason why.
To disturb Death is to invite it.
A man's hatred of another man leads him to do the most terrible act imaginable. But nothing in this world goes unpunished...
A message from beyond...
By Tina Kaleal
New author, Tina Kaleal, gives us a mystery that is set against the backdrop of Salem, Massachusetts. She shows us a slice of small town American during the Halloween season. But, there is more slicing going on this Halloween that ever expected.
A poem about death, mourning, and time.
Laura visits the cemetery in the middle of the night to grieve. Takes place in 1883.
Explore the pain and hurt that's inside friend, sisters or brothers and loved ones the pain will never die we learn each day how to survive while we wait in till its time the right time to be reunited together.
Everyone dies. Every tombstone holds a different story. And I consider the dead lucky, because they're at peace. It's the living that suffers. Dealing with too much grief can make death seem like a godsend. When I die, people best be putting some nice flowers on my grave. If they don't, I will...
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0