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Random First Lines:â€œAn early evening on a late Fall / Autumn dayâ€
The space below him is orangish, marking the presence of old orange leaves shed from... » Read
A beloved vegetable pines from within.
Poetry | Updated Jan 20, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Random again. Firedance and Earthdance. Brother and sister, the price they paid for their gifts.
Teachings of a Cherokee spiritual person
CHEROKEE MEDICINE MAN TURTLE WINDS FIRE WALKER
Short Story | Updated Jan 14, 2012 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
In a small forsaken town, 23 SugarHollow Ave has been "home" to her for the past three years. She goes each day not knowing what mood he'll be in, what he'll want out of life that day or even if she'll live to see her freedom once more.
But all of that can change. All of that will...
I miss who I thought you were.
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
The wonderful attitude of God. A vision that God gave the Prophet Charles in the day of his trouble.
By Artemis Nightshade
Three troubled guys. An Atheist, an alcoholist, and a homosexual all wake up on morning and find out that they each have the wounds of Jesus Christ the Savior. Based on a dream my friend had.
By Artemis Nightshade
Just a poem i wrote. And in case you don't know: Aeonion, means everlasting in Greek
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
HOW THE FEELING OF LOVE CAN CONQUER INTERNAL PAIN
Poetry | Updated Sep 25, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Stories of a crazed institute, filled with demons, trolls, vampires, witches, clowns, psychos, ghosts, and a human or two.
By Jack Flowers
The Secret To Effective Self Health Care
Basically it's my reflections after losing my true love due to death. Note: at the time of this poem/reflection being written n being posted it's been 6 months now.
Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
NOTE: I would like to warn the young and faint of heart not to read this story.
My autobiography, and a story I feel I have needed to write for a very long time, now....
Hello. My name is Molly Renee Hawn. Iâ€™m a seventeen year old girl from Hitchins, IA, a small, rural community of about three hundred people. The town is only a few miles off of the Mississippi River and both the interstate and the train tracks intersect our humble home. Unfortunately...