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Last summer more than 6,000 died after glacial melt cascaded through valleys in northern India. Scientists expect such disasters to become more common.
A short story involving a young lady who is frequented by a mysterious figure each night.
By Philip Roberts
Poem about terror stalking a township.
'The Wise Glare' expresses a fearful childhood experience. It takes place at my home, sitting on the edge of a village in a dark moving night, among different wildlife visitors.
"The thought of trusting no one to increase your own chance of survival. The surprising lust for blood once one gets ahold of a weapon that makes them more powerful than their foes. Who is the real hero then? You? Or the weapon?"
This was actually from a dream that I had and it was awesome...
Daylight is a government controlled city where everything is perfect beyong belief. William aka Iam is a 19 year old upper class-man who has no idea what he wants in life... that is until he bumps into underground rebel leader of the Avenging Vipers, Xia. In a society where your love could have...
Novel | Updated Jun 12, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Ian Dawn
Some symbolic words to transend hell.
Poetry | Updated Mar 27, 2012 | Reads: 55 | Comments: 10 | Likes: 25
This story is based on fiction, in which the main character is born with a special power in him, of being able to talk to dead people. Though he realises this power in him late, he tries to live life as normal as others, until one day he happens to hear and talk to an old dead woman. Her story...
Short Story | Updated Feb 23, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Georgina V Solly
The adventures of a group of tourists on a tropical island where there is a legend about the Sacred Fire Fish that only appears when fish are in danger. They discover there is a dirty secret on the island which ends up as a melodrama.
Mendacity, deception, lies. When the world is nothing like it seems. When you're the only one who doesn't know that.
Poetry | Updated Aug 5, 2010 | Reads: 259 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
If insanity had a voice or a hand to write poetry with...this would be its' story.
By Wolven Instinct
Part three of the poem done with Old pup.