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Malhavoc, a lich necromancer, must learn to earn money in an honest way to keep from ending up in a dragon's hoard.
Short Story | Updated May 18, 2015 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Adya Dutta
A man can become immortal by his great deeds. He'll live forever in hearts of men. And defeat Fate and Death.
This is an excerpt from the in-progress novel "The Trail of Deeds: Revenge and Supremacy".
Depression haunts many of us from time to time.
By James Edgar Cooper
When you think of good and bad, what is the first thing that you think of? Light vs. darkness? Good vs. evil? Heaven vs. Hell? God vs. Satan? Our life is filled with opportunities where we choose whether to be good or bad. At times, these lines may become blurred and we may be coerced by a voice...
Your life is a gift from the Creator and yet you walk the path that the devils entice you to. It will be too late.
this is an account of what happens to believers and unbelievers after death
By A Burgess
Be careful what you choose to think about
Poetry | Updated May 20, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Hao Cheng
I took a crack at poetry I am right now 14 years old.
Poetry | Updated May 20, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By A Burgess
Peaceful poems gauranteed not to appease lunatics
By The Dreamer
This story is about a boy who was poor and wanted to buy school books to go to school to become a doctor. His mother made sweets for him to sell to the villagers. While selling one day he came upon a house to sell his sweets and a girl answered the door and saw that he was tired and she gave him...
Short Story | Updated Apr 29, 2012 | Reads: 362 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sl Knight
There has been a divide, and the question will arise. What do we do when we get to the otherside?
Itâ€™s where all of us want to go.
But to get to heaven
We must battle a foe.
We must fight the one
Who would bring us down.
Until our lives are done
And never fall down.
Poetry | Updated May 13, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 6
All I could see was bright light abundant shining around me.
Everything was pure, I heard a voice soft and serene ask me
"What Have I done". I Replied with discontentment explaining
She said to me, reaching for my hand. There was a soft wind,
blew my turbon back from my head. "that was...
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