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We all have our demons. For some, it's the monster living under their bed or in their closet. For others, it's the trolls that live in the shadows. But for Danny, his was so very more real, a greater evil, a Leprechaun.
By Stephanie Young
Rosalda has five kits. They are beautiful and healthy. She must hunt and feed them. But, one of them, a golden dragon spattered with green is special. His name is Byot. I haven't gotten very far, so I hope you enjoy what I have.
Book | Updated Aug 12, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about the black galleys from the moon-beasts in the Dreamlands.
trying to capture how life sort of just shines, even on Thursday
This poem describes how I won my first gold medal at a BJJ tournament. I hope you like it, and please comment! I will personally read and respond to all comments.
A Year after Carolyn Fiancee wakes up from a coma she has good news for him, that will change both of there life's forever.
A love-poem for Nyarlathotep.
By Jack Dragonblood
A man wanders through an empty land and encounters one named Oromochi, who reveals many odd secrets and predictions that the man cannot quite understand.
By Gareth Brown
This is part of the "High Society" saga, published weekly on the ONIN London website: http://oninonline.com/category/men/
It is Charlie's 25th birthday and he is about to get some rather bad news.
This is the Author's story of himself at work in a
Gold-Mine where he tells you some interesting incidents.
This is also the story of his first day underground.
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
By Scottie Stockman
Originally this piece was created as a Flash Fiction letter. Itâ€™s a first person view about the meeting in a sort of celestial/underworld type purgatorial portrayed courtroom, which takes place when a man wishes to bargain his soul in return for some type of supernatural compensation.
Short Story | Updated Apr 14, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It was hot out. Gold hated the heat, but not as much as Silver hated summer. Waitâ€” That truck! Why is that? Why can't it stop?! Why is this repeating?! Why won't it stop?!
Based on the song 'Heat Haze Daze'
Rated PG for character deaths and blood.
This is my short poem collection, it contain four poems only.
Hope you enjoy all :)