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Love. Moonlight. Baby. Blood. Danger.
Neo and Evelyn went along with a forbidden love. Completely unaware of the severe consequences and the danger it has caused for their one year old daughter, Rosalie.
By J J Citywall
What happens when your knight in shinning armor is captured? Worst, he was on his way to save you!
Princess Moon Beam was about to find out. As her hero, the heroic Sir Lance Spear, was on his way to rescue her from vikings, he is quickly snatched up by a giant and taken up a massive giant bean...
By John Woodcock
A continuation of Fuchsia Valley Boy
Book | Updated Feb 26, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Kissed by the moon and I
Poetry | Updated Feb 25, 2014 | Reads: 182 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A account of a young girl's trip to the movies by herself: what she thinks, experiences, feels and loves.
Short Story | Updated Feb 24, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Tarot card, The Moon:
Fears and anxieties, believing illusions, experiencing distortion and chasing after fantasy, dreams and visions, disorientation.
Warning - contains gore. Not for the faint of heart.
The year is 2025. Space launches occur often, and hundreds of astronauts may enter space within a half of a year. The goal of colonizing the moon in 2020 was a bust after a leak in the shelter caused a mass evacuation. Now, a team of 11 crew members have been tasked with colonizing the moon,...
A submission for evferree's 5-Line poetry contest.
By Astrotourist Al
This is my poem which I decided to translate from my mother language in English. Any help on grammar and spelling would be appreciated. First experience of this kind. Hope you'll enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Feb 14, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shannan Browne
A letter to the love that was let go... from one who believes that love is about desiring and helping another be the happiest, the best, they can be...
Poetry | Updated Feb 14, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This is my attempt at a werewolf poem, so yeah, I hope you like it, and would love your feedback too.
A random poem I wrote, an analogy of waiting for the sun to rise
By Jacob Cole
Last night, when the moon tiptoed into my room, I felt her cool calm company come to commiserate my distressing soul....
By Samantha Wellings
What really happens during Witching Hour -- from 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. Find out with little Jane Doe in her misadventure down the hall to the ancient grandfather clock in her parents home.