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This is only the beginning but the story is about the Apocalypse and a wanderer who comes across the only weapon able to put an end to hell on earth.
By Caterine Cuppycake
Xavier loved Cass since the moment he first laid eyes on her. Cassandra never did have any interest in Xavier. Until she found out he had a secret, anyhow. And what Cass doesn't know, Cass finds out. But if Xavier's secret is revealed, it could put both their lives in danger. For every love...
By Matthew Carr
I had a dream of this before I wrote it. It refers to Abraham's bosom where some of the Old Testament Jews and prophets went to after death. Remember the parable that Jesus spoke of that detailed Lazarus and a certain rich man? That is the place. Accompanying the poem is a bricolage piece I...
I must say I always relate to my writing, even if it's a little bit. Yet, this poem, I can't relate at all. I think it's pretty clear, but go ahead and give me your interpretation! Enjoy :)
We are who we believe we are.
Poetry | Updated Oct 4, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The meaning of faith not taught or believed by this world of believers.
A small collection of words about what writers think and a small experience of my own.
this is not a story about a ghost
By Jc Bell
The goddess Alana has failed. Now, the Elder Gods have banished her to the dying worlds, where she must suffer and wait . . . and grow strong, for one day she will stand against the Plague once more. This time, on the soil of the Seventh World.
Meanwhile, Anon begins his journey to the dying...
By Jc Bell
They conquered the universe and proclaimed themselves gods. The endless span of worlds was theirs to command. At the height of their power they realized they had but one foe left - death. They saw it as a limit to their power, a gap they could not cross. They named it the Void and in their...
If you are bi,lesbian,gay you might enjoy this story.
Script | Updated Oct 3, 2013 | Reads: 196 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
NOTE- This is sort of a prolouge than a summary...so yeah :/
Linne stopped, sniffed and watched. The smells of diffrent animals become farmiliar when you live in the forest for 10 years. Linne watched the 8-year-old girl at her park. She was crying, but why? Purple ribbons flew into her face...
By Love Mon Princess
This writing is dedicated to the closest person of my heart.
Script | Updated Oct 2, 2013 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Murder. Death. Confessions.
Many of us all have our own experiences with the clouds, that is when we take time to look up :)