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Are you afraid of the night? You should be more afraid of what lurks around in the dark, but be careful, for light brings forth fear too.
Short Story | Updated Mar 2, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I was in a deep sleep @ tat night n suddenly. . . there was a scene before me and i felt as if im climbing a rock mountains, it was so hard to climb up and my hands were really in pain and at the middle of the climbing. . . .
I could hear the water falls sound as if 'gallons and gallons'of...
Short Story | Updated Feb 26, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about the Cthulhu Mythos Goddess Yidhra.
By Traveling Bible Salesman
A garland cinquain about the Blue Ridge Mountains, somewhere in the South.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Stinky goes on a journey to the mountains to find peace. What he learns is invaluable
I am Petri, 21 years old, of the Vampire Empire, and I'm on a mission to save my kingdom. I will do anything for my vampire comrades, yet they task at hand is to make a princess, the one the call the snow queen for her heart as cold as ice, fall in love with me. She is kind, understanding, and...
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever come down from my mountain.
Just trying to make Haikus about adventures and Christmas time
My nameâ€™s Wally Runnels, author of The In-Ko-Pah Spirit. Itâ€™s in the Kindle store on Amazon. Please take a look at my website, www.wallyrunnels.com and pickup a free short story that features Rocky, my protagonist, as he scopes out another hit in Mexico City.
By Midnight Black Cat
Things about winter
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Naomi Folettia
A poem about a dark moment.
By Naomi Folettia
Paint me a mountain. Paint me a sunset.
By Michael Cuthbertson
I had my dream life waiting for me: a beautiful German girl to move in with, a gorgeous mountain town to explore and write about, and now this job offer. But that's when they hit me with the news,
"Now you're gonna have to cut that hair. We just don't allow that sort of thing around here."
By Angel Plant
When it is cold outside lots of snow and fail> Watch it blow > The snow cover's the grass.
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Old Sea
Surely we can't choose the way we are going to die and we won't have the rights to be the judge of ourselves...