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By Labyrinth Black
Written a few years ago when I was loosing myself. You don't have to comment, just read. Thank you.
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
A girl has shoplifted and now she got something instead
Short Story | Updated Jan 11, 2015 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The Brain trust has been responsible for creating and deciding many fates, but there are those who defy it; even people inside of the trust still believe in a god. But how would they know? Calbien is a young man who has decided to take his own way after having to suffer many ordeals in his...
I wrote this in October 2003 when I was at a major crossroads in life. I couldn't have dreamed then that one year later I would be a mother~
Ben's life changes after he loses his brother Sam. He finds himself stranded in a world held together by memories and the Keepers, the protectors of the First Memory. If Ben is ever going to return home he must first overcome his own bitter memories or be destined to become one...
By Nikki Evans
If you see her walking along the side of the road, please give her a ride. She's just trying to get home! Based on the Vanishing Hitch Hiker urban legend. Submitted for D A Draven's Urban Legend Project.
Short Story | Updated Jan 8, 2015 | Reads: 49 | Comments: 14 | Likes: 18
By The General Earthquake Persona
this has to deal with emotions. feelings of a girl after she faced loss of a loved one for the first time in her life.
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
A young woman who hasn't managed to fall out of love with her ex after many years..
By Kevin Ruta
Personal Poem about feelings of displacement and longing
Your demon watches you, tells you things you don't want to hear.
You are trapped in a room.
A room with invisible walls.
By Keisha Gamman
This is the story of the last human being left among the ancient creatures reclaiming the earth
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
Part six of the monthly story about the creatures who inhabit the City of the Lost God. Sad creatures of the rifts, too hybrid to be tolerated anywhere else.
Short Story | Updated Dec 30, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Becca Swan
it doesn't always last forever
Poetry | Updated Dec 29, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0