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A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON.
A very short story.
Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Lilly Gilovitz
A young girl meets the sea for the first time.
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is like an edited, more detailed version of the first "the baby doll" that i originally posted previously before this version.
This poem, or I should say lyrics was made for my novel "The Soul Testament"
A liitle girl named Annie did a good deed. Now her mother is rewarding her with a new doll, but she didn't listen to what the salesman had to say about it.
By Yasmina S Lasker
The ups and downs of a relationship depicted in a gothic sort of way...
By Hell R
Every night she stands there, looming over my bed. Just staring. Never moving, never speaking and never revealing what she wants.
Jessica was the most beautiful woman Derek Jones has ever laid eyes on. You could say, she was drop dead gorgeous...Derek's girlfriend, Alex soon finds her boyfriend cradling a dead corpse in the basement.
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Novel | Updated Aug 15, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Hell R
Hitori Kakurenbo. A single game of hide and seek played after 3am, when the ghost and ghouls are most active.
By Sahar Ahmad
A couple hired a maid to dust the dolls. Then one doll cursed the maid. Why?
Short Story | Updated Jul 12, 2013 | Reads: 70 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Devin Baca
A high school kid is dropped off into a nightmare he will never forget. Through a series of twists and turns, he meets up with his friend Zane Armstrong, who leads him out of the nightmare. Or does he?
Short Story | Updated Jun 12, 2013 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
..Christmas Day, bottom of the glass, 7 a.m.
A Door slams closed!
Cupidsâ€™ arrow and futures apparent promise follows yesterdays wish.
China doll dishes; shards of corning ware;
Remnants of the â€œbetter plans of Mice and Menâ€,
A warm oven, and cold Turkey,
Open envelopes, past...
I wrote this song when I was incredibly sugar high and it was super late. I wasn't really thinking, but then a couple days later, saw the lyrics and set down a track to it insanely fast. Hope you like it! :)
By The Boy Of White
Strings of which hold many captive in a never ending dance.
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0