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This is the night she's been waiting for, it's her prom night... their prom night.
He waited for so long, watched and listened and now she would be his. Jenny would be his.
This was an idea for a story I got while I was driving down the street and saw two little girls sitting at their lemonade stand.
Its a story of how Naleana the main character and her newly found friends and enemys die. The story is a mix of happyness, sadness and love but yet kinda grim.
Short Story | Updated Aug 17, 2014 | Reads: 64 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A sad poem about death and self destruction.
Like all my stories slow beginning yet the end leaves you wondering.
Short Story | Updated Jul 14, 2014 | Reads: 92 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Nina is on the struggle bus and it just broke down right in front of Grim.
Nina suffers from flashes of terrifying memories--each one more real than the last, none of which she remembers experiencing--ever since she was a little girl and has always searched for an explanation for them. When...
By Jonah Ryan
A retelling of the events of the night my neighbor, Mrs. Cheong, died...
Short Story | Updated Jun 16, 2014 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
By Khadijah Smith
This is about a 13 year old reaper named Rose, and her time with a boy named Edward, who is trapped in present day Baltimore county.
This poem is about things that we fall back on just to deal with everyday life. It's pretty brutal if you read it, give it a shot, though.
By Dark Region
The death dealers. Representatives of death that carry out our desire in exchange for seven lives. What if you make a deal to kill the person that murdered your family and left you for dead? What if that simple deal with death makes you run for your life? A man will soon find out that no matter...
Short Story | Updated Mar 13, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated Mar 13, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By J E Hunter
Edric Grayson has been mocked and ridiculed throughout his whole life for one reason: his mother was a whore. In the Zagar City States, this made him an abomination, a being worth less than dirt, and his friends were far and few between...
Then they arrived. Savage raiders and cannibals, The...