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A group of living plushed toys must find their maker's murderer.
Short Story | Updated Aug 22, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kevin Witt
This is a depressing piece from a depressed heart. Hope you enjoy it.
By Lacy Cornwall
Five strangers are brought together by their common need for a tattoo. They're the Puppeteers, and they could be anyone... Even you!
Novel | Updated Dec 30, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Juli Monat
Every puppet wants to rule?
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ghetto Gospel
Walter Cronkite is rolling in the grave. He can't rest because today's newscasters flunk test after test.
We're all just puppets in this game of life.
A Puppetteer bring his creatin to life.
Short Story | Updated Jul 4, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
"Viciousness wears a thicker mask."
Is a life worth killing for? Does the children scream your name in your nightmares? What is truly beneath your white gloves.
This is a story about Love.
These are the ANIME VERSION CHARACTERS of my novel PUPPET'S EYE. I will be posting a lot more characters every time a new chapter is put up.
By Sara Howland
Students skip class for all sorts of reasons. Sometimes they just don't feel like it. Other times, they just can't...
Short Story | Updated Nov 18, 2011 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
That plucking noise rang against Sophieâ€™s ears. Her eyes screamed in terror as the music started to play and her body started to move. The audience clapped and cheered drowning out her frightened sobs as the lights blazed across the stage and the strings glistened pushing and pulling her...
Love. What a glorious, and intoxicating thing. Magic, mystry, great evil, and true love what more can a girl ask for? How, about making it out alive, saving the world, or possibly keeping the man you love? This is a love story, and like most great loves it must be tested.
open to interpretation
Short Story | Updated May 31, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I poem I wrote because of the economy, and watching it fall apart while the media joked. Seeing the important stories instead of being houses and jobs, become flavor flav and other nonsense.