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By Robert Kasch
The life of an old scarecrow.
Short Story | Updated Mar 18, 2014 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
We each have our own devils, we just learn to entertain some of them
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
(She sat in the front. â€œPerhaps so that no kid would look behind and fall into oblivion.â€) Rebecca will haunt you every time you blink, but you will always craw back for more.
By Rose Wolfe
A poem about love and letting go.
Shannon and his girlfriend Lauren are a young couple taking part in a tour organized by the local paranormal society who have extended an invite to all thrill seekers and horror fans, a guided tour of the Grand Coronado Hotel on the Coast.
Supposedly one of the most haunted locales in the...
it haunts me while i sleep and its terrible in the day i wish all this pain would just go away. hope u like it my first poem
Its about being dead. .____.
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 8
By Kaiti Clark
When the Donnatelli family begins to feel the presence of a fretful ghostly girl, Haeli Williams is on the case. Will this expert clairvoyant put the spirit to rest, or will this paranormal discovery drive them all mad?
A short poem that I wrote ages ago, hope you like :)
Poetry | Updated Aug 15, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Jason Wallace
Heather Summerall never knew what had happened in her hometown, in the very house that she bought. After moving in... odd noises, doors opening on their own, hands grabbing her, strange visions... She must find out who died there and what they want from her.
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into madness, this series of short stories explores the chains that bind the human spirit to the repetition of survival.
S.S.H.U.T.: Identifying Evil
What if people could think for themselves? No, I don't mean rotating the...
By Elsa Marie
what it means to have a photographic memory when you get to a certain age.
By Ian Dawn
how deep does teh power of words plunge when they can resurface many years later.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 4