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By The Distraction
The end of a day brings a new adventure, the only thing that matters is your attitude.
By Angela Thorn
I wrote this for a friend, but decided to share, enjoy.
By Frankie Frost
That wonderful feeling when you fall for a girl in a dream...
Poetry | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Mytholian reveals his true intent and tells some of his history.
Sylvia has dinner with the horned prince and is convinced by the fairy to use her potion.
Sylvia has always dreamed of other worlds full of fae and magic, but when she finds herself in one she is betrayed by a fairy and locked away by the dark horned prince and his ghoulish servants. But is he even all that bad? The good fae seems to think so.
Out of place, not wanted ignored, what's a teenager to do or think when her own father doesn't even want her around? When she gets forced to being sent to a school with her older twin sister what else could go wrong in her life? Find out in the time after dawn
I'm not good at summaries, so...
The future of the USA is a country torn in two by a second civil war. The west, a dangerous desert. The east, ruled by clones and a strange being known as Mr. Z. As everyone finds themselves on the brink of disaster, it may take the most hated of them all to see past everything and stop one of...
Currently the story takes place in the Seventh Era. The technology is advanced enough to have flying vehicles, a floating city, and many other miraculous feats.
Kyranth is a vast realm in which humans and Elves inhabit the land. Unfortunately in the Seventh Era, the Elves are believed to have...
Heaven and Hell are both Shaken up by the birth of a child who has mixture of both bloods, something that shouldn't exist.
A poem that i wrote a while back. Tell me if you like it or not.:)
Poetry | Updated Jan 22, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
first love,first heart break,first ballad
By Faux Clove
Something written for the poetry factor a while ago. Enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Nov 16, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A quest for redemption via fantasy visions
Night denotes the silence of snow,
so much quietness falls like death,
regales me in solitude of an eighth
oracle to elongate, our time's tow.