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a random brainstorming of a short play/scene
By Emmet Braun
I was back in New York City and accidentally got dosed with drugs at a rave party-the events after will probably shock you
By Evangelina Samuell
How do you explain colors to a blind man? How can you give him sight?
I've often wondered, "how would you describe colours to someone who couldn't see?" And recently I started watching a series where the main character is blind and it brought up the question again. How do you describe colours to someone who can't see? So I decided I'd try to do just that, describe...
A mismatched couple meet for a blind date and one of them fails to see beneath the surface.
Short Story | Updated Feb 16, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mendacious Mending
Just orange juice doing orange juice things, contemplating life, sinking into depression, and other fun crises.
Short Story | Updated Feb 11, 2015 | Reads: 86 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Gino Yim
A normal day in the life of a man who owns an orange orchard, besides the robots and the golden-eyed woman.
By Evangelina Samuell
There are many types of love, and for each love, there is a color. Here are some of the basics.
By Wily Geist
My little town has a certain weirdness of creating B-list or maybe D-list famous people. The town itself is known to be a great place to raise kids, blah, blah, blah. Personally, I believe that to be marketing,as my little block has a person on death-row and guy arrested and in prison for...
A poem about booksie comments. Tell me that you don't feel this way everytime you click the orange box, tell me!
Poetry | Updated Oct 15, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
"Orange. Nothing rhymes with orange." I see that statement as a challenge. This is a poem I wrote about the color orange and how it inspires thoughts radiating from the deepest depths of your creative reserves.
This story is about a gentleman who was falsely accused, arrested, and placed in jail.
By Jennifer Brighton
I don't remember much afterwards... just the hollow feeling, driving in the darkness and the sickly glow of that fiery, orange light.
By The Merrimack
Mighty Xavier protects his people.
Short Story | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1