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How I felt when I was bound to a chair
Short Story | Updated Jun 7, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Robert Kasch
A downtrodden housewife's vengence
Short Story | Updated Jun 6, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
A poem spoken from the point of view of one who seeks to control and suppress.
A story about a young orphan boy and his swallow
Short Story | Updated Jun 3, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Everyone deserves a break sometimes, especially on the weekend!
The world runs on a system. A system that we all follow every day, a system that we are used to, but a system that we all hate. What if one day, a curse would come. And the curse would bless you with a way out of the system, a way to create your own system.
Novel | Updated May 31, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Poetry | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I'm writing this book because it's about what I'm feeling right now as a soon-to-be college freshman. I want people to realize that it's not all fun and games. I want strict parents to realize what their children go through. I want to experience what it's like to run away through my character's...
By James Edgar Cooper
Life is one of the greatest blessings that could ever be bestowed upon us. It is such a sacred and beautiful thing... But at times, things in life can really get us down and make us sad. We've all had moments in our life where we've not felt happy or our usual self because the truth is... We can...
A dissertation on the forces which guide human races and civilizations.
Few things are more freeing than dancing, and the Swing variety is my favorite. My friends and I enjoy swing dancing at all times of the year, at any opportunity. This particular poem was written after several occasions of impromptu swing dancing outside during the winter during other parties....
A poem about Alhazred and me.
By Henry Duthler
This piece was written for a song that I am currently working on... the instrumental file is attached! let me know what you think!
By Henry Duthler
I wrote this for my wife... This is about how it sometimes feels like we're too busy for our own lives to begin.
My father passed away last July. He left his cocoon and now flies free. I write because it was his passion.
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0