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By Shannon Miller
A free verse non rhyming poem.
Poetry | Updated Feb 13, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Laylah Pledger
A guy named Declan wakes up from oncoming nightmares, not knowing where he is, anybody around him, or even who he is himself...
In the darkness of night, Jolene Conner, wakes from the horrible nightmares that she's experiencing. She sees a young woman, identical to herself, being murdered. The culprit maybe recognizable to the woman, but Jolene, herself, knows nothing of who this murderous stranger could be. The only...
Dreaming is one thing, but nightmares? They bring out your worst fears. Eryn has been having nightmares each night ever since she turned sixteen. She doesn't know how or why she gets them, but what she'll later find out will change her life forever. Ever since her encounter with a dark, shadowy...
A man describes a dream that he had of him killing his wife as a werewolf.
By Jyo Lee
Hero Perkins was simply another person walking on the street, a daytime employed office worker, when he literally falls on the woman of his dreams, Miraline. Hero simply can't stop thinking about her, but every time they meet, terribly awkward things happen. What will become of this mishap couple?
By Robert Price
A mother is haunted by dreams of spider-like woman and evil little girls. She has already had a terrible past with husbands and bringing up a child. What will become of her?
By The Captain
While nightmares normally occur at night, this mother's nightmare does not.
Short Story | Updated Jan 3, 2014 | Reads: 161 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
The monster comes to see me
This is a short extract of a romance novel that I am working on, I just wanted to receive some feedback on my writing style and how people felt about my piece of work.
By Chris Marcus Rich
I was thinking about my childhood. I wanted to illustrate how negative experiences push us to hide our true selves
A love poem for Nyarlathotep.
By Bright Lowe
The bottle in her palms,the tears in her eyes,and the love she has for him is real. But she must hide behind the lies the pain and the sorrow to over come her past to live in her present and see her future. A broken woman needs to be fixed but will she find a way of improving.
A very short story.
Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 49 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Philip Roberts
Shadows of the past
Haunt my world today,
Like dreams now blown away