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After watching the love her of life being murdered right in front of her eyes, things start to go downhill very fast. She even attempts suicide, but things don't plan out as she hoped they would.
Note; I rated this PG because of the vivid description of the murder in the beginning.
I had just left a relationship. While I would never see that person again they forever changed who I am and where I would go in life.
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
This is not a story ...its real life
You should never let you're dog answer you're door, regardless of how long is left on you're television program
Poetry | Updated Jun 9, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
'Zombies. Everyone knows them. That they steal your loved onesâ€™ corpses and use them to do horrible things. That they go bump in the night and try to eat your brains. That they kill, and hurt, and kill, and hurt, and in the end of that new horror flick everyoneâ€™s watching, they...
Kennedy wanted an exciting Friday night, and when the Johnson boys showed her a secret door, that's what she got. But now, things weren't so exciting. They were frightening. The children must work together to get back to the Johnson's.
Kennedy is mad. It's Friday night, and instead of going out with her friends, but she can't go out with her friends. Thanks to her parents, she's stuck babysitting the Johnson boys. Little did she know, this would be the most exciting Friday night of her life.
By Syed Fahad Ali
This poem is about a lady who waits eagerly on the entrance of the door for her husband who is the soldier and went to the war.
Poetry | Updated Apr 13, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short story written by my sister. I had to make a few changes, because she kept having to explain things to me.
So, here it is, The Red Paint...
Short Story | Updated Jan 5, 2014 | Reads: 41 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A slightly creepy story of the paranoia past the midnight hour...just wanted to get back to my roots of horror so wrote this in a few hours from basically just a free write...like the way it turned out
Theresa and Maggie had kept a secret between them. The time has come for them to reveal it. Would they be loved or hated?
Poetry | Updated Sep 8, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Juli Monat
This world we live in was created by a
whole bunch of lies.
By Pearl Quearl
The Door is a poem about future and opportunity.