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Random First Lines:This is a short story of a future possible novel. In hopes of being liked or even interesting at all to anyone, it will probably become my first... » Read
It was just a feeling.
Cover photo: aHeroo.deviantart.com
Australia much like the rest of the planet Earth have always and will laugh in the faces of genetic crimes. Creating a mockery of zombies, vampires, and mutational super powers. But what will happen when one of those comical lines are created? Resurrected into the modern year of 2019? Australia...
This is a tease to my soon to be finished book.This book is about a journey that a group of kids go on.With no clue about whats going on underneath their feet.Soon to find that they will constantly have to fight for their lives.As Kayonn Murry strives to guard his sister from destruction at any...
I wrote this as a piece of English coursework, but unfortunately I have to cut my 1,919 word essay down to 800 words. I was really happy with my essay as it was, so here is the uncut, unlimited version of 5 year old Hallie Baker's experiences. I tried to capture how a five year old would have...
Short Story | Updated May 22, 2014 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The Worldwide firestorm
This is a song aimed for metal music, specifically for black/death metal. It is basicly a song about Hades, nothing to do with Greek mythology just to symbolize the underworld, who destroys human life in a way. Any comments are welcome and if you find any ways to improve the lyrics please post...
The March of the Iskirra is a poem that shows the futility of resistance in the face of a superior force. It is told through the eyes of one of the survivors who has seen first-hand the devastation of the Iskirra Army.
One day, a Russian princess named Anya suddenly was betrayed by her country. She then runaway to America. In order to take her country back, she needs to be a CIA. Luckily, she was assigned to spy on the rebels organization in Russia. But suddenly, while doing her job, a group of Russian...
This poem is based on a photograph of a young boy lying on the floor next to an old box with a baby in it.
The photo was taken in the Vietnam war, enjoy!
This poem is about the hurricane Sandy that hit my home town in the Bahamas on the 25th of October 2012.
Arabella is the fixation of a man who could be called evil. She is put under a spell which she wishes she had never woken up from. At least when she was asleep she didn't have to face the awful truth that she has lost everything.
For Lolli Dee's
My beloved grandad died a month ago yesterday. My grandad was the absolute heart and soul of our family. He was our rock. He was a listener and a true friend to all who knew him. He truly was so generous and friendly to everybody, but he could be quite tight-fisted when it came to money! He...
By Sylvia Sun Sol
Poetry | Updated Jul 17, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bill Rayburn
The author contemplates replacing his family.
The lands of the country have been riddled with war. Many people have perished because of the war. The dark army just started to attack, even though no one has seen the man behind the dark army. They oppose the current state of the government. They opposed by the governmental army. The...