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A short story about a guy who meets someone that helps him escape his normal life.
This is my first attempt at a story on Booksie.
Short Story | Updated Oct 22, 2010 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
What can possibly go wrong if you read only one sentence from a book? Ask Zoe Hunter. She would start talking about talking paintings, flying pens and magic powers.
High school+cute boys+magic= trouble.
By Ds Ullery
Dramatic story with supernatural overtones and a bit of horror near the end about a man whose greatest demon is his fear of acknowledging who he is.
Short Story | Updated Aug 19, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A play about two young men coming out of the closet. There is foul language.
By Blackheart Emoblood
good by cruel world im having an emo day ill ill you all this is not an threat
just might be a promise
A gay guy found interest in me!
By Twilightfantill Death
A girl meets a guy on the bus.Whats he doing in her closet.How does he know her name and why does her adopted dad not have a fit when he finds out about it.
Poetry | Updated Mar 12, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem I had written along time ago when my friend told me she got locked in her closet and freaked out....
Poetry | Updated Jan 21, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A little nothing I thought of while writing "Love is a Five Letter Word". Actually, to be honest, I was originally going to have the two poems combine into one long one.
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is a poem about a friend who misses what use to be.
By Dennis Mcdonald
Thirteen tales of terror, murder, mayhem, and the macabre by a new voice in horror. From the first story of a little girl locked in a closet to the last tale of a fishing trip gone terribly wrong, 13 Nightmares is a place where the supernatural and mind-shattering horror collide. Read them after...
Now, this I wrote during one of my dreary days after a night of sleeplessness. I was certainly in zombie mode this day, and so I'd little choice in the matter but to let flow from my fingertips whatever wanted to spill onto the page. Be mindful that these words came from a tired soul and mind...
This isnt finished obviously. Just kinda a reflection of her past years brought on by tedious tasks.