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On April 29th 1997, the Red River crested in southern Manitoba and northern North Dakota, dubbed the
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Threwen Greenleaf
A girl is subject to a demented stalker.
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2009 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By The Midwest Arsonist
Will you enter the Halls of Hallucinations after you time is up?
By Db Fernandez
a girl dreams about a horror in the storybooks that haunt her.
Strange dreams begin to plague a woman when she moves into a new house. But the dreams are only the prelude to even stranger, more horrifying experiences. (WIP)
Novel | Updated Mar 21, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Everyone I knew was having nightmares on the same night and telling me about it the next day, and it freaked me out.
Poetry | Updated Mar 21, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Took a walk while on the phone with my girlfriend, and she was freaking out because it was night and I didn't know where I was. Needless to say, this came to mind.
Poetry | Updated Mar 20, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Dr Banai
The word â€œloveâ€ is used in so many generalised and unspecified manners, to a degree that most people have lost the true comprehension of this popular word. People may say for example, â€œThis person loves moneyâ€. â€¦Yet, a person who loves money, or powerâ€¦is not...
Book | Updated Mar 16, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
another short poem.
Poetry | Updated Mar 13, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A story of three young orhans, one of whom is preyed upon by a certain Mr Walsh
Short Story | Updated Mar 13, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
By Susan Hartline Fouts
One day my little boy came home from school and told me they were teaching about Mother Earth. Being a Christian, the inspiration for this song flowed from me and as I picked up my guitar I began to sing this song.
This is my entry to Frank Atanacioâ€™s Dark-Keeper
Itâ€™s a short story about the antics of the Dark-Keeper,
and the slight possibility that he may not always get
what he wants.
When you remember from your childhood, some of the things stand out.
Short Story | Updated Mar 8, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By White Shadow
This memory changed my life....and yes, for the worst. But I don't regret it. I wouldn't be a writer today if it weren't for my horrible past.
(The names in the following story have been changed or altered to protect the identities of the people featured.)
loaded again, still loathing for a change....I have been off of my pain meds, on again, off again, now on again....I'm depressed, scared, and sick of being sick, and I am finally officially admitting that I am an addict to these narcotics, and my last withdrawal was a nightmare...I'm loaded...