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She was a seemingly invisible girl, he was a mischievous teenage boy but will love be changed to hate when her darkest secrets are revealed?
Aramir was prince of Aberilith. He had everything he wanted and wished for, and life was prosperous. But he was accused. Accused of a terrible crime, and was eventually left to wander the forests in exile. He made valuable allies along the way, and life seemed to be taking a turn for the...
The past hold the future captive in revenge...
By The Introvert
This is a story about a boy who is kidnapped on a weekly basis and then escapes. He doesn't know why it is happening, but he does know that it is seriously getting annoying.
Waiting like a caged bird...when will I be free...?
That's how the angel of the story feels when she lives a life imprisoned in a huge mansion. She lost a very important person in her past, but how will she remember him after reading his journal?
Point of view from a fallen angel who is now imprisoned by his own choice.
Poetry | Updated Dec 30, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A song I wrote for an art project. Don't ask.
Submitted for StephanieJane's contest, round 2. Yeah, this is fantasy. But not too much fantas-ical...
A story purely built up by dialogues. Hope you like it..
By Amery Dawn
This is what I've come to feel most times. It's my first shot at poetry, so forgive me if it's awful.
Poetry | Updated Aug 21, 2010 | Reads: 91 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 15
What would you do if you had a soulmate, but you did not want to be with him? What would you do if you couldn't be with the one you truley loved? These are the questions that face Annabel Smith. Annabel is a young seventeen year old girl who has a medical problem with fainting. Or they thought...
Love works in weird ways.
By Evie Sang
I guess that you could say that was a metaphor for what my life was like not so long ago... That is, until my strings were cut.
Also, the origional title is "Puppet" but as someone else had chosen the title first, I was forced to choose another.
By Evie Sang
One day I was going through a photo album, of my mother's college trip to the Bone Catacombs in France. It made me wonder, what sort of spirits haunted that boney labyrinth? How long had they been there? How long will they be there?
My first attempt at poetry.
May feature in novel-in-progress (A View From the Roof).
By Misty Sarkar
When you just can't get to sleep!