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Random First Lines:Reila started as a book and turned into a screenplay. It is in the genre of horror but has supernatural elements to it as well. I hope you enjoy... » Read
Bloody drool lands on dry gravel so close to my face. My crackled voice mutters for mercy.
Step one: drink, Step two: make mistakes, Step three: pretend you don't remember, Step four: drink a little more, Step five: I need to run dry.
Short Story | Updated Mar 23, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This was a poem that I wrote while thinking about how my dad used to watch the show Gunsmoke. Honestly, I was in one of those moods that I just wanted to pinch someones head off and I found it to be therapeutic. Hey, better than actually pinching someone's head off, right? The words are...
Poetry | Updated Aug 25, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 4
Poem about a blizzard
taken from my book,
She watches a tall, long haired man come out the crack of a broken door to a shabby wooden house. She starts to breathe heavily as he lifts his foot to the squawking blue jay, postponing it's death he looks straight at her.
This is one of my poems which I was very proud of. I really like this one, written in 7th grade.
By Juli Monat
To have or not to have.
By Jeff Tully
The story of a lonely prisoner of twenty years destined to die alone in an 18th century dungeon cell. The prisoner finds a new zeal for life when he learns that he will be receiving a new cellmate in a month's time. He instantly embarks on a self-appointed mission to prepare the spiffiest...
It started with an image. Something that she dreamed about, that she saw inside her head. Drawn to it, she painted it across her bedroom wall, lost within the terrifying pull of the image.
From that moment on her life changes in more drastic ways than she ever could have imagined. Trapped...
This is about when you are very enraged and feeling on your last straw. This is about how when you are that upset it seems like everything is against you.
By Zombie Temple
trying to stay sober
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Husty The Faithful
A boy who didn't receive information.