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taken from my book, "Into The Direction Of Where"
By Martha Nesbitt
A potential terrorist and twice convicted felon is questioned and set free by the FBI and Federal Marshalls to continue to plot and possibly act on his terrorist plan to destroy a small Nevada town .
By Ted Gerard
Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies and Fairies...Oh My.
The destruction of the elitists.
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
Sometimes the only way to find peace is to let it all go.
For that past nearly two yrs my life had a big down fall. Things were crumbling fast. Mentally my mind became very unsound. More than ever before. I was at a point of complete self-destruction. I normally am not one to ask for outside help but this was a time needed immediately. So I made the...
By Reyna Matthews
I read this poem, and I really like it. I want to share it with the rest of the world; hope you all like it! This poem is by Sara Teasdale, published in the 1930s. Please leave a comment no matter what!
*Please note that I did NOT write this; someone else, an actual author, did.
Its 2060 and the whole planet is affected with an epidemic. An evil fortune-teller has changed the beliefs of people. Can Bryan Adamson and his teammates save the planet?
In the Second Dimension where Half Breed Supernaturals are viewed as scum, a family of Half Breeds hides together away from the dark energy of what they can only assume is the Pure Bloods coming to attack them mercilessly as they have so many times before. But when the head of the family...
By War Paint
Life as Helgrind amusement was torture. Sick amusement it was, for those who loved blood, gore, and death of children. Romulus was his name, he had ravenous black hair, carmel skin, blue eyes, and as an orphan of Helgrind he was forced to act as amusement in the Ra'zac Abyss. The Ra'zac Abyss,...
By Sahar Ahmad
I dream of a land, a land of nowhere. It is peaceful and quiet.
Poetry | Updated Dec 25, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
Do you ever have feelings for someone, and you still feel the pain long after they've left? That's the essence of this poem. That torturous feeling was the drive for this poem.
I was thinking about the Civil War and how the Emancipation Proclamation rhymed when I wrote this poem.