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Part 1 of Chapter 1: Dreamwork of this five-part story-in-process, Surviving This Life.
Two parallel dreams...
By Chris Green
Tara starts to keep a diary to keep track of the days but time seems to have some surprise in store.
By Ted Gerard
You ever get tired of always being the good guy?
By Cory Scott
Short poem about dreaming.
Poetry | Updated Jul 29, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sallie Anderson is practically dead, left in a comatose condition by an event that she cannot quite remember. Her saving grace is Clair Skelton. Despite his outwardly sweet demeanor, Clair is neither a man to trust implicitly or 100% sane and has a tendency to commit various crimes on a whim. If...
True Swan a 18 year old girl who is more of a child than anything and reluctant to 'grow up.'A girl who is one of many siblings all plonked into one big aristocratic house in England where the sea roars; fields and woods filled with animals of all kinds; 'becks.' A place the locals like to call...
A poetry compilation of hope, love, fear, heartache, madness, beginnings, endings, and understanding.
Listed titles in order:
Raspberries and Guns
Single White Rose
She Who Lies in the Mirror
The Woman in Red
By Ted Gerard
Random thought about love. All good relationships are based on a state of love & trust.
By Jeff Bezaire
- we must work for what we want and always remember the past
- we control our fates, and the world's fate
- legacy is what keeps us in check, and it's what is destroying us
- chase your dreams, they will not chase you
It all started with her parents. The divorce. The horror of it. The dreams come every night. The darkness is trying to kill her. Now Agusta has moved to Wenchester Falls, Orgeon. She thinks things will get better until strange things begin. Soon she relizes not only does the darkness want her...
Use your time and spend it well. Be happy. Live.
A poem about... I am not too sure...
I guess being in my bedroom, high, watching TV at a late hour of the night. Eventually, I fall into sleepfor my dreams to amuse me.
Here is another edition to the Karsten Mars line of short stories.
I think i found love, here in New York, it feels like home.