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ON THE INTERNMENT OF OUR SON'S ASHES.
Poetry | Updated Apr 17, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This was meant for Daniel Reidy's dark poetry contest which I failed to meant the deadline for. I am terribly sorry so even though this was meant for the contest I still thought to post it up :) Enjoy
Poetry | Updated Apr 11, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Reveal Me Not
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A short lyrics which i wrote for a special someone
By Royce Alden
This is just something I wrote instead of studying one day.
Sometimes giving that person one more chance to say it is all they need.
Short Story | Updated Jan 11, 2014 | Reads: 154 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Jax Franklin
Just for fun, while sitting here thinking back on my working days, I wrote this silly little poem... Maybe you can identify with it...
Poetry | Updated Jan 10, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 10
By Shengri La
This is what i should have told the person who has tried to open himself up to me. Who has tried to make me open up to him. Didnt work. Too late. I broke his heart and he broke mine.
By Gareth Brown
Late for work.
Short Story | Updated Jan 7, 2014 | Reads: 194 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A story about realizing what is right in front of you before it is too late.
Short Story | Updated Dec 22, 2013 | Reads: 123 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Gareth Brown
I was running very, very late for my train.
Short Story | Updated Dec 1, 2013 | Reads: 171 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Happy Thanksgiving! Here is a short story in the spirit of the evening. To my mom, I'm thankful for you.
The results of heartbreak and the emotions involved in it. Feel free to leave feedback or thoughts of any kind :) Thanks for reading! :D
A little four line poem I conjured up.
Tonight a teacher has died. I wonder what humanity has left to ruin. I'm sickened. I hate myself for being part of a race that can take something fragile, and shatter it. You give me things to write about. You inspire a world I so desperately hope I had created. It is a monster.