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Amazing, and I am a bore.
A poem about the game of Risk.
It is something I did while I was thinking about life and games and stuff. I always knew this but never put it into words. It's obvious but hope it's enjoyable.
By Kyky Georgie
This contest is a contest to show skills. I will pull one lyric from a song and everyone must write a short story or poem (these two types of writing will be judged as different categories)
This contest is going to go American Idol style. The one with the least amount of points gets eliminated...
The first part in The Chronicles of Jivius, it has reference to both the series of stories that will go before it and the ones after, I hope you enjoy reading it, this version is just short of 8000 words
I Spy: A children's game or life?
Title is different than its supposed to be. Someone already claimed I Spy so I couldnt use it. But enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Jul 21, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A poem written post-suicide attempt. My darkest hour, which I crawled back up from and back into the light. Not so long ago now, this poem was something that was a vent for the anger and frustration that had accompanied everything leading up to it
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
EDIT : will add description later.
A Song I wrote drawing on inspiration from the walking dead and game of thrones
Poetry | Updated Jul 17, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
Make a short story or poem using these song titles from the rock band
Miss Manuela is a sociology professor that pairs her students up according to different social standings. It all goes well, until Dale and Grant.
Short Story | Updated Jul 2, 2014 | Reads: 103 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
To wander is a dangerous game.
People say theyâ€™re scared of reality. But not me. Iâ€™m not scared; hell no, Iâ€™m terrified. Iâ€™m terrified that reality will come at me with knives, that it will stab me in the chest with serrated blades, that it will steal the one person that will only ever love me.