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By Eskay Miras
Written on a rainy day in Wales
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 2
a girl describe what she feels when her mother and father are fighting
Poetry | Updated Feb 16, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Wesley McPherson was a normal boy just months ago. Something awful happens to his girlfriend Scarlet. Wesley's life is changed and ruined forever. He quickly learns a jail cell is an ugly place to spend the rest of your life.
*This short story is based on the song Kiss It All Better by He is We*
Its a story about an old man and his companion and the night that terror pays a visit.
By Cody Burkhart
Charles Manfred visits his dear old friend George to find out that George has made his money off a most lucrative cuisine business.
A poem of life that can be read in different ways. You decide and let me know.
Poetry | Updated Jan 13, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem I wrote for my crush. Best described as a tragic (morbid) love story.
A poem I wrote about my experiences with death.
An old man facing the perils of a harsh long winter and the will to survive.. no matter what.
Short Story | Updated Nov 16, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
death awaits all of us.
By My Overactive Imagination
kinda dark, maybe morbid. includes a semi-swearword.
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This is just how i i feel at times trying to better my own life by confessions in a way.
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The story of Morbid, a lonely gravedigger, his dog Beg, his best friend Esmerelda Wycca, a witch half-ling, and the odd situations they find themselves within in the mysterious and dangerous undead town of Dismembered.
A evil lady kills all who enter her land.
Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Penelope Atkins
Amy smiled as she ran her finger across the canvas, creating a deep red line. Her lover was with her, and soon everything, like the portrait, would be perfect. It didn't matter that he was dead.
Short Story | Updated Apr 8, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0