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By Carl Worgan
Triple homicide in a quiet English township. What really goes on behind the doors of Town Hall?
SUMMARY FOR BOOK 1 NIGHTDROP
In the depth of the clans,lives a fourteen year old girl,named Sasha.She grew and learn with the ways of her clan while sharing the forest with five other clans.Her urge to become a warrior, seems impossible with the clans ways.But her her luck runs low when her clan...
For many,many generations,the clans have shared and lived in peace in a magical world.Each clan with specific skills and techniques that keeps them alive.But all clans live under the Star Code that was once made from their starly ancestors.For many years the magical kingdoms have been ruled by...
Valerie never expected to be kidnapped by a vampire, much less survive long enough to be annoyed by him. What are they going to do If she doesn't turn? Maybe she'll die of embarrassment first.
By Emmet Braun
I was back in New York City and accidentally got dosed with drugs at a rave party-the events after will probably shock you
just some free writing I did, tell me what you think :)
Short Story | Updated Jun 20, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
By Evangelina Samuell
This is a poem of my cousin's first love, which I wrote in her perspective from messages she sent to me. Her first love was named Jose, and he used to live by the beach. He died shortly after moving.
The testing if chemistry is really there or is it just a desire...something that's just in your head.
A hole found me. Where do I go from here? I am asking the public to suggest how I should continue or end this written piece.
I welcome your ideas.
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
Letting go of all that is inside and holding you down
from being who you are. Washing your hands and saying good by to bad memories.
By Shayan Soundahi
It is a story of a child who was born as a poor. His family was not love by their neighbours as the others were rich and they were poor. But a lady in that town helped the boy, George's family and gave them helping hands. When the boy grew young he became famous and now helped the lady and his...
Just some creepy stuff.
Short Story | Updated Nov 20, 2014 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This content is written in order to re-vizualise the limitations of man, and their helplessness before Death..