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A sadistic commander with a deadline.
An old slave.
A young adult with too much to deal with.
A land untouched.
Add those together, you get disaster, a la carte.
By Phil Slattery
Remembering the women of Egypt
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The world was prosperous. The forces of Chaos had been subdued and Horatio, god of Ruin, Destruction, and Death, disappeared. An uneasy peace reigned for 10 years, until the High Priestess of Wolloch decided that the mages just had to be butchered. Now two nations, the holy land Wolloch and the...
As an Oasis Fan I decided to make up this little Story
Short Story | Updated Oct 28, 2012 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I was diagnosed with diabetes during my first month of pregnancy. I almost collapsed until a kind hearted nurse took me in her arms and lessened my worries. Now, I have a healthy baby girl called Maya who was born in that hospital because of that nurse who works there.
Article | Updated Oct 23, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Laughable is man living his existence. Blind is man existence. This poem is no more but a bell which rings the truth in the heart of speakers of truth.
About the pain inside, and the way I sometimes cope. Could also give a new perspective on the matter...
A Christian poem of faith.
Poetry | Updated Nov 16, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Ice Winifr3d
Just a dream i had. Nothing special- I may continue this, but for now, it's a oneshot.
Oasis and Blur aren't the only two battling it out in the summer of 1995; two star-crossed lovers meet on the eve of the Battle of Britpop and, after initial hate, fall in love. But, like Britpop, their relationship can only be doomed to fall apart...
Novel | Updated Sep 14, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There is the mystic and the mystery of bodies as poetries ...as verses, as an oasis living in the desert. Mignonette aren't you the flower of the Mediterrenean that perfumes, the flesh of fragrance when it sweats. Aren't you sweet poetry's reading that renewes hope and passion, when things...