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By Motus Ginus
A very short story featuring a man named Somber fighting a tyrant named Archnight.
By Juli Monat
I wonder how communists sings their rap.
Miscellaneous | Updated Oct 24, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A girl walks to seven eleven drunk after a long night of partying. Her small trip to the store turns deadly when two robbers enter the store.
So add any comments about how I can make this better, thanks :)
Should I leave in the bits and pieces about Tom?
Just a short poem. Enjoy.
By Hinrey Snakespear
A short story about a young man and his final hours.
Oh man, this piece was incredibly fun to write. I initially wrote it for a lit project, but I chopped all of it except for the beginning because it sucked ass. This eventually became a piece written for the group "We the...
By Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.
By Marios Stavrinou
Soldiers that were brought together like brothers by the fierce wrath of war soon realize how money can become the oversupply of water in there concentrated friendship that is the juice.
Short Story | Updated Sep 9, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Enraged, Jordan Denovan is hunting the big-foot, and he's got it cornered. But he is about to realise a cold, harsh truth about the monster.
After the loss of their parents to the zombie plague, three friends search the city to find the police station which promises safe shelter.
By David S Grayson
How could you let the love of your life go, when you know he may not come back?
Written for R A B Bradbury's August Short Story Contest and based on the song "Billy don't be a hero" by Paper Lacer
A short story of friendship brought to a startling end.
a different perspective on school shooting sprees...
Poetry | Updated Aug 28, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
What would you do, if, one day, a gun was left on your doorstep? This is the question two people must face in this tale, a dark, twisting mystery set in the shadowy streets of London.
This is for Peyton Kirby's Twisted Children Contest.
If you didnâ€™t know her, youâ€™d think she was a quiet polite girl, perhaps a little shy and definitely more than a little bit day-dreamy.
If you thought you knew her, youâ€™d think she was your average teenager, prone to...
"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.)