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By Henry Duthler
This is about finding who you are and that moment when you start to recognize what you see.
By Henry Duthler
This piece was written for the woman who holds me up when I'm too weak to stand on my own... who lifts me higher than I ever imagined feeling, and gives me the strength to be the man I long to be.
Names have been changed :)
Short Story | Updated Sep 7, 2013 | Reads: 76 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
wrote this in like 5 minutes, literally. lol. try to enjoy.
A smile flashes across your face
But it's fleeting
Serving only to remind me of how you once looked
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Vikkar is part of a terror sqaud dropped onto a planet. He finds more than just targets, he finds humanity.
"I don't like Violence." I say.
"Then why don't you stop killing?" He asks.
"I don't know. I just can't stop. I don't mean to kill at all."
I still don't know why I kill.
(This story is not completed yet, I add chunks of it periodically, so please be patient.)
'The Weeping Streets' is a kind of reflection on our attitude towards technology and social evolution. We endeavor to better our existence with more sophisticated medical care, with cleaner, more efficient technology, and yet nobody really questions the darker motives behind these advancements,...
Every character is telling her story from her view point. The name at the beginning of the story is saying from her view point. each chapter is told by from some one's view point.
there is a difference between what there is to see and what there is to understand.
I didn't quite know what Genre to put this in, so, it's gone to Other. I've written this for a contest about 'lonliness and isolation'. Hope I did it well. (I would also like to point out that there are many symptoms to PTSD, I've just used a few for this short story)
PTSD is very...
By Kristalina Juarez
This are one of my darkest desires...
Poetry | Updated Jul 25, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Are killers just about blood and guts? Do they feel guilt? Do they have boundaries or morals?
Poetry | Updated Jul 23, 2013 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
After losing the love of her life and her humanity to the undead, Serenity has buried herself in depression and self-hate. The angel, Elijah, has been given the mission to show her love...but he is not allowed to let himself fall in love. Can he show her that she's not the monster she believes...
Novel | Updated Jul 20, 2013 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1