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By Eileen Mcbriar
A late 19th century spine chilling ghost story which follows the incidents of a mysterious coach and pony.
The coach collects unsuspected passengers along a dangerous journey when they accept this means of transport by mistake.
Some are lured to their death whilst others have a safer journey...
By Gaea Killarny
The feeling of pure bliss.
Poetry | Updated Aug 27, 2015 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 2
By Jules Tapper
Sometimes it just doesn't pay to get out of bed in the morning.
Short Story | Updated Jul 23, 2015 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Emmet Braun
This is part 3 to the original sorry its mixed up i am writing it on my phone in my spare time so i really do not care what you think i am merely writing it down,,,still a interesting read
By Emmet Braun
The true history of why the world is cursed
By Robert Kasch
Just one slip and ...
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2015 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
Satire news article.
By Benjo Benjamin
Guy kills and eats his victms.
Short Story | Updated May 24, 2015 | Reads: 91 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a in your face, no hold back rant about today's world and the people in it. How we treat each other, the planet and our purpose, if any. This is what we have created for ourselves and now we must lay in our filth. Maybe someday, this will change and man will succeed in living into the...
You hold the heart in your hand, and the pressure's on. In this sanitary area you are God and fool all at once. Before you know it it's been five fucking hours with a group of people that you have come to hate and love and utterly not care about. all the while life is there in your hand, barely...
"Others too young, unaware of the truth:
Blissfully ignorant-- that is the youth."
We've to write a speech on Animal Testing for school and, though I've a lot to say on the topic, I can't quite seem to get my thoughts down. Changing tactics, I turned to my good ol' friend Poetry and came up with...
The girl I met wasn't who she said she was
Article | Updated Jan 7, 2015 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
In the dawn of history and today times changes with always what you have in your hand. Realizing the meaning of these words about our planet has been carved out as ever uncompleted short story.
We are to carry each others burdens, especially our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. Galatians 6 tells us to do good and please the Holy Spirit.