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By Nikki Xayachack
Comment and like if y'all feelin the poem. Feeling rage but despair. Feel like going to a mysterious place where people pay for their evil sins. Feel like the black meadow is where their suppose to be in. Read the poem to see what the black meadow consist of.
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2015 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Lost Writer
This is an intro I've started. Thinking of having it darker at first, then lightening it up.
This is my first real try at a story, and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Novel | Updated Jan 22, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
don't read this if u are on vacation in a small cottage
Short Story | Updated May 19, 2014 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A simple dream that I invisioned in my head yet never had... :D
By Zayn Ul Abidin
I had to find shelter as I was lost. As soon as I saw it, its mesmerizing beauty strangled, entangled and caught me.
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
When shadow covers my meadow
And pain flows through my vein
Days go to dark through dark and dark
And then sleep, sleep and over sleep
Every once in a while, I get this overwhelming feeling to find some secluded place to be with myself and think, write, and admire nature.
By Melissa Firefox
Not really in the mood for a description. -_- Sorry! Anyway, enjoy and... uhh... yeah. XD
She walked down a lifeless path and the grass caressed her skin. While the cool breaze stroked her hair she felt the smell of fire behind her back. Those were the burning trees of a dying forest, but that was nothing she hadnâ€™t seen. She reached a beautiful meadow and as the sun came down...
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Enis Retis
A kindhearted young man living in a grove amidst a meadow tries to allure the beautiful Mishra into his company despite being surrounded those who think ill of him.
By Graham Andrews
A poem I wrote during the summer.
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
the ' in the fourth part are breath marks, feel free to breath in while reading
love that drives you crazy
Sequal to Meadow and Fairies.