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I don;t want to tell you who Elizabeth is but I think some of you can imagine. Enjoy!
This is a poem I wrote for the late Carl Sagan, a scientist, astronomer and so much more that I have much respect for. He was responsible for many space endeavors to include the pioneer plaque, voyager space probe and SETI to name just a few. I have read many of his books and find that he was a...
By Alyson Angel
When an old teammate that was suppose to be dead long ago turned up to be alive and is really pissed off by his "caused of death", he joins the dark leagues and turned against his former brothers in arms as he hunts them down like dogs.
Your feelings are all made by your own thoughts
Article | Updated Nov 5, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Alex Mulholland, brazenly arrogant, self confident and cocky. An undiscovered genius. However, when a traffic accident teleports him to another dimension he faces trial and tribulation in a new world whoâ€™s skills he must master in order to have a chance of returning to his own dimension...
By Zak Refis
I have been thinking about the life and its momentum, wondering what makes people go forward and why do some of us get stuck? Forgive me if the whole thing sounds insane. I am not out of my mind, atleast not yet.
By Arid Land Kate
There are realms connected to ours. Demon realms, realms of beast, realms of magic... Our link to these realms are imagination. Nova has more imagination than others though, a dangerous trait to have when there is an ensuing war against Slayers and Restorers, the opposing sides of a war of...
A short story about the average day in a nursing home from the standpoint of both the residents and the staff. It takes place in a rehabilitation department. Why? Because as far as I know, there are no stories about this. And yes, its pretty accurate.
Short Story | Updated Oct 3, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A short poem about how can we love someone or somebody that is not exist or we even don't have feelings of true love toward them.It is also about how we can love the image of person than his\her personality.I guess the poem should explain itself.
Drugs can create their own wonderland, but its the euphoria against your will.
The human imagination is amazing, we have designed an entire world with it.
A group of students however, make their own world with their imaginations. The question is, did they create it or has it just always been there?
By Bear Sandwich
I wrote this about my overactive imagination. Ariel is actually a person from my childhood.
A young girl with a big imagination goes on an amazing adventure and learns an important lesson along the way.
In the throws of depression, things usually seem worse than they really are. After one of my favorite actors, Robin Williams, passed away a couple weeks ago, I tried to figure out what would cause such a major misconception of ones life that they would feel compelled to end it all. These lyrics...