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Random First Lines:I wrote this poem on the 11th day of the 9th month in loving memory of the soldiers and civilians who lost their battle in the horrific war! My... » Read
Temptations abound in this world. But we, having been granted free moral agency, decide the final outcome.
By Ted Gerard
This is Unfinished...I found it while cleaning it was on a piece of scrap paper...I tend to write or start ideas and I forget half the things I write... I think it was about a man being chased by himself...idk I'll start writing it again and it'll come to me...lol...my mind
We always said this could never happen. But here we are about to cross that line
I can't help but to wonder what you are thinking.
Keep your eyes closed to see your world but never dare to sleep forever.
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
What happens when a simple nightmare... turns even worse?
**For the Real or Unreal Short Story Contest**
This is a story of a boy and his friends playing with a paper plane. A story of what a boy learns from a paper plane.
By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
This a second story about my dreams of my love
By Star Lord
"This is my belief. You? You donâ€™t matter. You have nothing that matters to you and no one that matters about you. Thatâ€™s whatâ€™s wrong with your people-- you writhe and you growl like mutts, but in the end, you forget what youâ€™re even fighting about. Nothing means...
Novel | Updated Jul 14, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Madhu Baglari
This is the first poem that I've written without a rhyme scheme. So, basically it's a free verse. I just poured out my feelings and wrote whatever came into my mind.
It's easy to dream, but tough as hell to make it come true. I just can't explain how I feel right now. :( I just hope...
** WARNING** spoilers occur.
Short Story | Updated Jul 13, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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...
Dreams usually aren't real, but is this one an exception?
Note: you must read Justanillusion's poem Unreal Reality to understand this, and this for her contest.
Short Story | Updated Jul 8, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It's hard to find the right time to change everything