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By Jl Reaper
The quest for the priceless diamond begins.
By Jl Reaper
A teacher is attracted to his student.
I had wanted this to work out. I was so very certain it would this time. However, nothing really went as planned. This is a poem about my dream, the dream that blew up.
By D A Draven
(The prequel to 'Anastasia : The Last Human') The world losing its grip, and the silent footsteps of humanity. A family haunted by the monsters the darkness brings. When the light reveals the monster, it would rather feed in the dark. When help comes, will she become that family's saviour?
its a very deep and personal poem of a bad event happened in my life as a child.
Abused. Sad. Suicidal. Protector. Those four words best describe Artimeys Corvone. His stepfather abuses him and his mother thinks it's his fault he's like that. But when that monster violates his baby sister, Artimeys snaps. Suicidal, he gets sent to Sunny Days, and, to add to the experience,...
A poem about Celephais in the Dreamlands.
Commander Ashton Stewart patrolling a little island in the middle of nowhere. Looking for survivors from the last war, Which destroyed everything to be interrogated for terrorism. After finding Autumn- Alive, scared cut broken and bruised he is determined to help her, He is determined to prove a...
Olivia Turner had a normal life, a nice friend and a broken heart, but something interesting happens when she finds a confused, beautiful naked man sleeping in her bed. Who is he? And what does he want from Olivia?
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By D A Draven
A world now exists where it is bleak, cruel, and black and white. What caused it? And where did it all begin?
Few people left, fewer food supplies, can a young girl survive with only a knife, blade snapped in half, rusted and blunt, and no source of electricity to make the only scarce food...
This is for Gaza. I condemn the massacre of innocent people.
"He kissed me today.
On the lips.
Oh dear Lordâ€¦
Have I sinned because of that?
And have I sinned even more to say that I liked it?"
Being the reverendâ€™s daughter was something Lucy Roberts kept as a pride. People may saw her a quiet, innocent, and lovable young woman. But...
currently, in the state i live in, there's a sort of a war going on between two sides, that aren't really different from each other, but look and think of the other as less than them.
i wrote this last night right before i went to work, near one of the places that may or may not get attacked by...