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A story about a town with paper cut-outs as its inhabitants.
A boy named Ditor has to rally a mob and overthrow President Crit, who resides in The Newsroom, the tallest building in Newstown
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This is created as a contrast to my previous poem, 'The Hidden World We do not see'. Artificial Dystopia
Just a piece of poetry, I submitted for a competition last year. Living, breathing City, an artificial utopia.
Just this random idea I got and decided to bring it to life. Short story about a girl who has always wanted to move to the big city despite her mother's wishes.
Short Story | Updated Jan 21, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Audrey Ever grew up with dreams, as most New Yorkers tend to have. But when her first written play gets approved for Broadway, Audry gets thrown from make-up artist to playwright and her dreams spark to life. Naturally, her best friend Claire is her female lead, but when the directer insists...
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RAMPRASTHA PRIMERA SEC-37D,GURGAON
Ramprastha Primera - A part of Ramprastha City, 450+ acres township in sector 37D, Gurgaon. The township has direct access from Dwarka...
By Seiiki Akuma
Conner is haunted by a vary unusual dream about a giant, scaley, black beast locked in ice. This gargantuous monster speaks and becons Conner to free it but Conner, only being a dream, can't do anything, and he's not sure he wants to. Conner eventually wakes up after the dreams and continues an...
Night-life in the city
Poetry | Updated Dec 25, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
What would you do to save the world?
Blood stained the ground.
I looked down at my hands without a care in the world. No emotion, no feeling, just the essence of death filling the once enlightened city. No one was left living, just an empty void of what once used to thrive of live.
Who is that man? Of is it a man? I can only see a little twinkle.
By Kd Mitchell Jr
Kevin Mayfield just signed on for a two-week experimental stent at Arkham Asylum. His goal? Hold on to his sanity and hope to survive to write his thesis...
The story itself is a work in progress, as well as the character development. This may change from a short story to a full-blown novel;...
Short Story | Updated Dec 15, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Detailing one evening's commute home from a late shift at work. For city-dwellers, the bus is reliably a strange place to spend time. Inspired by David Foster Wallace's style.
The second part of "Aira".