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It has been nearly two thousand years since last the Shrine of Lost Souls opened and the calamity contained within shrouded the world of Catro Cantos in despair.
Now, the darkness falls again.
With the inevitability of the recurring catastrophe drawing nearer by the day, only the Nocturnals,...
A short poem written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe's
The year is 1886. A man is searching for treasure inside an old abandoned mansion. But little does he know, there's a dark secret waiting for him within it's crumbling walls.
Its 2060 and the whole planet is affected with an epidemic. An evil fortune-teller has changed the beliefs of people. Can Bryan Adamson and his teammates save the planet?
By Mr Watson
A dark bird and death
Poetry | Updated Dec 26, 2014 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
A simple story about a simple glass of lemonade and a drop of such. There may be a hidden meaning in this story, and there might, who knows?
This originally started out as song lyrics but it turned out to be an interesting poem/short story which i could really immerse my self in.
The Warlocks Cackle.
By Girly Girl Star
BFAT McKnight Writes Jay's POV and I write Mathew's. This has been writen a while ago, but we havent worked on it in a while. I feel like I should wait for McKnight before actualy naming it!
My hereditary fate
A girl on her wedding day, thinking how she had lost the love of her life to religion. A life of doom ahead, she puts on a brave face knowing that life and love would always be a lost battle.
This poem is based on the popular video game that was created by Id Software.
Poetry | Updated Apr 18, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The crumbling tunnels of an old society are all that I have, as I remember the old, and make way for the new.
By Erik Johnson
Another writing group assignment
Short Story | Updated Mar 16, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Philip Roberts
Shadows of the past
Haunt my world today,
Like dreams now blown away