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By Kallie Brown
A creepy narrative poem that I wrote for an English class. I promise i'm not a dark person, lol.
By Angie Blake
Michael was one of the nicest guys in the world. He was the one who helped old ladies cross the street, carry in their groceries, watch their animals while they were gone on vacation.
He was also the model employee. He put in hours of over time completing almost impossible projects that some...
Novel | Updated Aug 27, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
The first poem that I wrote.
Hope you enjoy it
Poetry | Updated Aug 27, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is the night she's been waiting for, it's her prom night... their prom night.
Be very afraid.
They are coming and they are not leaving till they get what or who they need.
So. Be. Afraid.
Short Story | Updated Aug 21, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
He waited for so long, watched and listened and now she would be his. Jenny would be his.
They say you never forget your first love. In this case, that was certainly true, but for all the wrong reasons...
This was an idea for a story I got while I was driving down the street and saw two little girls sitting at their lemonade stand.
A man takes refuge from reality in his dreams, where he finds a terror beyond imagining.
Aliens, Zombies, Mutants? What are they? That's for your imagination to decide. Taking a the second person story telling to a whole new level.
Fourteen years ago, Clash Incorporated started a government facility. The facility specialized in Doctors who could do certain surgeries which injected a mothers pregnant stomach with a certain electric green acid. The doctors knew it would kill the child, make them dangerously sick or give them...
This is an actual nightmare I had (hence the title). We were studying Literature After The Bomb in English Extension 1 at the time, and I think I got a little too into it. Basically, literature in this time period reflects people's fear and mistrust after the Hiroshima bomb was dropped, so the...
Short Story | Updated Aug 4, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
You ever sit all by yourself in the quiet?
No music, no tapping of a keyboard?
you know that noise you hear that's louder than anything you've ever heard? That sound that you cant really place but its always there?
Well, this is about that noise. A little strange, but this is an old poem of...
Poetry | Updated Jul 21, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Jackie Duvall
A girl name Andy lives the amazing life. or so you think?