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I remember the night
The night I prayed and hope
For a nightmare I soon be waking -
From my nightmare of uncertaintyy
By Juli Monat
Just another dark poem.
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
A boy and girl follow an unknown calling to a desolate city where a flesh eating virus is on the loose, and everyone, including a cult of an evil undertakers wants their clean, untouched flesh.
Novel | Updated Jul 8, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A short simple poem about the common house fly.
By Sahar Ahmad
It is a cold summer. SO cold as there is no sun but the growing Mangoes are giving all the light. About 50% of the population is dying. But Emma and her friends know how to survive. They know well. They stick together to find the culprits.
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.
A man wake up with no memory of his past. All he knows is that he needs to find food.
By Ally Shark
I don't know if you guys know this, but April is child abuse prevention month. I absolutely hate child abusers! This is my way to spread the word. (And Booksie and my iPad better let me format is right!)
Who knows what goes on in the afterlife? Who knows how lonely it is?
Jason, Brad, and Anna come back from a retreat free of technology to find the world almost completely wiped out by a mysterious virus that basically turns you into a zombie.
As an Alpha and his small town universities history Professor, William Lawhorn thinks he will be forever alone. That is until Issabelle (Liz) Radke comes waking into his class, turning his mind and world upside down. But what will he do when he's imprinted on a human? Can he decide between...
By Thomas Chambers
How the human race began with the birth of fire.
By Alyn King
This poem is from real life; I wrote it about 6 years or so ago. Every time I re-read it, I remember.
***IMPORTANT***This is for people who are willing to listen to someone else's views and opinions with minds open ready to receive a different perspective. This isn't meant for a huge argument to break out but for me to express my feelings and views. I am not pushing this on anyone, but I am only...