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By Don Watson
One thing that we Christians often overlook is to whom a book or passage in the Bible is written. This is the case in the Book of James. I refer to James 1:1 ~ Are we the 12 tribes of Israel? How about Acts 2? When the Apostle Peter cries
By Kevin Rottweiler
a poem about the animal control "dog pound"
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Homer Sands
Let High Cernabog Sit and Judge the Damned. Edgar will have none of it.
By Miri Fern
A retelling of the Bible in more cerebral terms, from the Void, to Genesis, throughout human history.
About a young woman driven to the corner.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2013 | Reads: 18 | 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: 41 | 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: 64 | 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: 157 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 17