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By Rafael Fields
What is reality? What is real? What defines reality? What is proof? These are all questions to ask, as you read this story.
Short Story | Updated Nov 22, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Ignorance is bliss, An unsolved murder of a prostitute.
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!
I wrote this at 2 a.m. after seeing the new Nightmare On Elm Street movie (midnight showing). Just a random poem. Enjoy!
A short tale highlighting the lengths some people will go to in order to resolve a problem in their life.
Short Story | Updated Nov 14, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Ben Branham
This is a story/ possible novel, about a serial murderer named Anthony Kelp AKA Darius The Reaper. It is not a completed work.
By Emmie Lynne
Morgan Andrews never thought that Tuesday-Just any old Tuesday of her life!-would be the last normal day of her life. That is until she met him. Jordan Holmes, the newest Junior at her High School. Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, but he was from Italy! Forgien, prefect! But what Morgan...
A spoof of Emma by Jane Austen
A story I wrote for school which i admit is not very good but i only spent fifteen minutes writing
Shizuka's parents have just died from a house fire, and Shizuka, being the supposed genius she is, has been taken to live at Wammy's House, where she meets B. BBxOC
(I fail at summaries, so don't base the story on the
summary. Also, this is my first fan fiction)
This is a poem i wrote inspired by one of my favorite shows, dexter.
A woman's husband dies she struggles with his death contemplating suicide before she receives a mysterious gift that will change her life forever
I think this poem describes itself pretty well.
By Vampyre Queen
I had the scariest dream. A girl was being raped and murdered. I was so scared that I was balled up in a corner, trying to forrget what had happened in my dream, but I couldn't. I wrote it down, though, because writing helps me calm myself and concetrate. The writing took form of another poem....