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By Juliann Nim
What is worst than dying?
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Herman Azadi
travelling by train, he finds that someone has murdered four people....
By Chris Green
What is it about heavy metal music that turns me into a killer?
Short Story | Updated May 30, 2015 | Reads: 47 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
Fat girl is fat
This is not meant to be offensive It is a poem about myself
By Master Papers
In the mid-eighties, snow-thrower manufacturing firm Toro, launched a promotion where purchasers of snow blower could refund a part of their purchase in the event that the next winter was characterized by modest snowfalls. The amount of money that was refunded was related to the amounts of...
Lyrics to an old song of mine.
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
The first installment of a survival horror short featuring an alcoholic metal-head as they use stealth and quick wits to survive an unfolding zombie outbreak.
This poem is heavy from line to line and bares disheartening material. It may depress, so there's my warning. Keep an open mind, and enjoy some vulnerable work.
"Today is the last time I look back over my shoulder since the flame of my final journey begins to grow hot. It is the one moment of fear I will allow, and as I wait here in this calm I can finally breathe."
Miscellaneous | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Destiny S
A childhood memory with a little touch of magic.
The recordings of an eleven year old boy with six days left to live. What does one say, what does one do? Six...five...four...three...two...one...
Book | Updated Feb 24, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock struck eight, the mouse ran down. Tick, tick, tick. The clock struck nine and the mouse fell down a hole. Tick, tick. The clock struck ten, the mouse did not show. Tick, tick. The clock struck eleven, a little squeak pierced the air. Tick. The clocked struck twelve,...
Medic has no family and his misses has left him, where is he going to go for the new year?