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The empire of Constale is tottering. Their enemies, the Ramdas have seized control of their territories through force and manpower and other evil means. The Lord of Lords, Zaka had once bestowed a boon on the greatest Constale ever, King Jocque, that when the Constales will be in a state of...
By Elton Camp
One of the few good things about being elderly
Poetry | Updated Feb 25, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Alex O Valdovinos
I wrote this poem after a long time spent not writing. I was nervous. I thought I wouldn't be able to write anything great and meaningful. I showed this poem to my College Composition professor, Stephen Gibson, who is also a poet--only he has written and published four books of masterfully...
Poetry | Updated Feb 21, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I WANT THAT GOOD OLD LOVING
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Alaa Hseiki
Elderly People are treasure. How to protect them and where to put them.
Essay | Updated Feb 15, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The dolls arrived at Midwest Antiques in a crate labeled "Children's Toys". Now a young women finds herself in nightmare more horrific then you could ever imagine as Timmy's Toys awaken from their decades long sleep.
By Sporty Dave
A short poem about the once bueatiful, now lonely life of someone who has clearly been over-fed.
Did this for philosophy class.It's about all the worthy writing I've managed in the past month.It's relatively accurate, except for a few small details. I tried to hit it on the head the best I could.
it's about an old dream, maybe nightmare, that i had couple of months ago... i saw someone in my dream, someone that has been gone forever now. the dream felt so real that i thought it's worth sharing
Short Story | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 83 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By James Edgar Cooper
I used to love how years ago, men would tip their hats to ladies in the street, how they'd hold a door open for a lady and let them through first, how they would walk a lady home on a dark and cold night to make sure that they got home safe and sound. Now however, I feel that the concept of...
By Amma Tiger 1
Buying and reading old books is a fun activity.
A poem I wrote when I was in a bit of a darker place this year.
By Thomas Chambers
About a woman who sees death and is taken away to the afterlife.
By Clarisse Ann
An imaginary world full of adventure, love, and magic.
I'm fire, I am the same for all ages, I do not change, I change things. I burn the past of the things to carry it (burned) to the future. I am unchanged through space-time, but I grow you old with ultimate assurance. forever
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0