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I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
By Munkic Munkidu
'We are all stardust'
Poetry | Updated Jun 24, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The Story of A Man, A House, And a Silver Box
More of my endless poetry
Another story with the 10 fun, awesome, crazy, amazing friends on crazy adventures.
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Imagine if the Boogeyman and all the legends you have come to know were not just real but they were part of a secret society that shapes the world in which we live. Boogey is the story of Jack Leary, The Boogeyman, who against his own desires is forced to train his young nephew, Logan Leary, to...
My family is like a shelf and i am an old forgotten book
By Jack Fluff Olivebrant
This is a lighthearted post-apocalyptic tale where Abigail is forced to confront a criminal gang who is stealing fresh drinking-water from her village and other villages all by herself. But Abigail is not like other humans. In fact she is nothing like a human which might be just enough for her...
I live in a desert, one with plenty of water but devoid of life all the same.
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2014 | Reads: 140 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Alex O Valdovinos
I wrote this poem after a long time spent not writing. I was nervous. I thought I wouldn't be able to write anything great and meaningful. I showed this poem to my College Composition professor, Stephen Gibson, who is also a poet--only he has written and published four books of masterfully...
Poetry | Updated Feb 21, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is something we did in class, called "note passing," where everyone would start their own story; subject topic was the 1930's Dust Bowl, and what life was like. (narrative, letter, mostly first person) From there we would pass it to another person, then another- after 5 minutes or so- and...
I was feeling heart broken so I decided to write.
By Maria Knight
Can we love even when theres nothing to love?
It's a poem. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? But seriously, I'm going to start putting up a lot of my stuff, so if you wanna take a look, I'd really appreciate it.