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By Laura Colette
A group of people, trapped down a hole, must discover a way out.
By Midnight Black Cat
What is it like to be a cat?
What its like to dig
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2013 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By J E Hunter
There is a reason why people let the dead rest in peace, and Sammy, a poor man looking to make a quick buck, will learn the reason why.
To disturb Death is to invite it.
Gob's action packed adventure story.
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into misunderstanding, this series of psychological short stories, explores the finer meaning of the meaningless meanings overlooked by understanding itself.
Cold Concept: Is Easy To Do
Sadly, among those tasks which we...
By Willow Brook
An age of well ordered living
A time of living with the land
A tale of the Tasmanian Aborigine
A tale passed down with pride.
By Jane Mitchell
Ages 12 and up.
A story of seventh grade girls who rule the school but when florence Reed comes along and has a huy-uge party Julia the Alpha, Nina the Beta and Kendra, and Cecillia all are ready to befriend her or will Florence have the last laugh?
A man walks across a beach. His feet plunge noiselessly into the sand.
Short Story | Updated May 5, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Timothy D Paschall
This is an incomplete short story that I am working on. It is a revision of a previous short story I had written relating a chilling scenario. Think of it as "The Shining" on a farm.
Short Story | Updated Jul 21, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I couldn't even for this into poetry. Deictaed to Amy; who broke up with me 5/6/10
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Taylor, Iâ€™m 23 Years Old And Iâ€™ve Seen Countless People Dieâ€
The Institute Is A Medical Hell. Set In 2010, Recent Times, Humans Are Experimented On To Search For New Medical Break-Through. The Institute Was Abandoned By The Government In 2008 And Since...
By Silver Wings
I wrote this as a poem in the eyes of a dog and the day it may have much to the horror of its owners!
By Silver Wings
I wrote this poem after amusingly watching my dog during the day. So many things he did and proud of himself as he did. He then came inside and laid on the couch and looked at me as if to say your welcome here!!
By Terry Collett
Two nuns prepare the ground for burial at dusk.
Short Story | Updated Nov 28, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2