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There is a man named Draven who is trapped in a tremendous lifeless desert. Draven has a protector called the gunslinger. One day when he is walking trying to find his way out of the desert, he falls through quicksand. He dies and goes to this place called under-hell which is in the middle of...
About a young woman driven to the corner.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
What happens when you commit a sin? You go to hell! Or prison! Wrong. You become an immortal human. Not a vampire, a demon, an angel, etc. You're still a human, but you live forever. It may sound like something wonderful, but it isn't. Not when you're being chased by the devil himself! And to...
Just as armor will protect warriors in a battle against opposing forces, God's armor will protect us against the Foe and Enemy who strives tenaciously to defeat all of us in the battle of life.
For the insecure and broken, the ones hurting deep inside. The ones who know the wrong they've done. This is from me, a stranger, to you.
***IMPORTANT***This is for people who are willing to listen to someone else's views and opinions with minds open ready to receive a different perspective. This isn't meant for a huge argument to break out but for me to express my feelings and views. I am not pushing this on anyone, but I am only...
Anger and fear.
Poetry | Updated Nov 4, 2013 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Charlie Gibbs
A story for Halloween.Yes I know it's a bit late but do you know how long it takes to boil a bat?
Short Story | Updated Nov 2, 2013 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tonight a teacher has died. I wonder what humanity has left to ruin. I'm sickened. I hate myself for being part of a race that can take something fragile, and shatter it. You give me things to write about. You inspire a world I so desperately hope I had created. It is a monster.
We often follow the wrong path. We must try and not too.
It's about the wish, to create something everyone will know. To be known forever. The craving for fame. The acknowledgement one deserves.
By Marie Dei
In the dead of the night, a single girl prays hoping to ward off the uneasiness in her gut but it's her worst nightmare as the thing she fears the most appears in her bedroom door. Will she succeed in repelling it or will she falter as fear claws her into tiny pieces?
Short Story | Updated Oct 29, 2013 | Reads: 122 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 7
By Robert G Moons
A young, mediocre guitar player comes across an unusual, antique guitar that turns him into a world famous rock idol.
A poem I wrote last night when I was shut up in my room at night when things are the hardest to face and everything comes flooding back.
A young girl named Cindy finds herself clinging for life while taking care of her baby sister and her injured best friend as the apocalypse begins. The world has been consumed by darkness, overtaken by a force that no one would have expected. Demons sent straight from hell. It is Cindy's job to...