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Random First Lines:A In-progress story , about a shy and un-noticed White fox Coming to terms with certain aspects of his life , including his sister , his dad and... » Read
James Frost thought that everything was going his way. He had his friends, his family, a job and a girlfriend that meant the world to him.
But when one thing falls through his fingers everything does and his world is consumed by one thing and one thing only. Delia. The girl without a...
The cold is just too overpowering.
Poetry | Updated Feb 7, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
The story of all of our fears.
Part 2 of 5
Please note, I prefer to write in free verse, while there is still some distinct metering, nothing is set.
Part 1 can be found here http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/poetry/ajcastro/prelude-1-of-5
Thank you and enjoy.
By Felicity Stone
You decide who He is.
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Think Dexter mixed with poetry...
This has to do with wintertime.
Poetry | Updated Mar 23, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The first new release from Coyotes Publishing in almost a year... Unanswered Prayers..
By John Redgate
Kevin is alone and and sometimes the most beautiful things we say stand out even more when pain is unbearable.
Short Story | Updated Dec 22, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Graeme Montrose
This poem was inspired by the painting which I saw online. It was a painting from a true incident that had happened ot the artist, though not the one that I now pen.
There are better colors when there is no frost.
This is one of my very first poems, so don't judge it TOO harshly. I've edited it a little, so if you want me to publish the original, just leave a comment about it. Thanks =D
Cool frost and ice pictures to warm your heart.
Artwork and photography Â© Rayanda Arts.
Have you heard of Nuculear Winter? Well, this book-in-progress will make you experience it in a whole new way.
Chris Stevens. . .One of the survivors living in the Frozen Forest. The remains of New York City. The last place they will live. And the place they will most likely die. . .
This is a poem I'm thinking of entering into a Spring poetry competition to my school, But I don't know.
I turned out to be rather more depressing that I'd originally planned.
Poetry | Updated Mar 19, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0