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This is a story of a boy and his friends playing with a paper plane. A story of what a boy learns from a paper plane.
By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
Let a beating heart rot away,
Dreams turned all grey
All of our effort accomplishes nothing that lasts. God has already provided all that is needed for eternity.
What if you were caged for two years, ready to be sold and never knowing who will buy you in the end? What if you don't want to be bought? What if you're not a puppy or a kitten and would never go to a nice home and you just want to be free, free from a horrible reality?
Lalita knew what it felt...
By Ace Dagger
When the doctor meets a wounded female soldier who wants to travel with him, what does he say? (Tenth regeneration)
Short Story | Updated Jul 6, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By High To Rise
Set 100 years in the future, a group of rangers from planet Xenon travel to Earth to investigate some disturbing reports from the Arctic region
By Jonathan Delacuso
This is a story i wrote for Booksie's got talent. it's something new and unexpected I tried for the first time. I hope you enjoy :D
Short Story | Updated Jun 30, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 7
By Another Nameless Writer
A lone revolutionary's last stand.
Not a particuarly great story, but i wrote it at the age of 10, it was my first Short Story ever so i'm still fond of it, and decided to upload it here for the
Short Story | Updated Jun 28, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Poetry | Updated Jun 24, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk. And if sometimes,...
A poem in commemoration of our fallen soldiers.
I think believe the best writings come from broken hearts, busted dreams and beat-up souls. I am well aware comparing the devil to the freedom might bring some kind of discontent between some of you. But, I am a writer, and I write about how I feel. This does not portray my beliefs. I just like...
The humans of Earth have been captured by a race known as the "Silenced". Will they ever regain their freedom or will they always be under servitude of the Silenced?
How I felt when I was bound to a chair
Short Story | Updated Jun 7, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0