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Random First Lines: As a 10-year-old boy, Sven's parents had been mysteriously murdered. His little sister and him had to leave, but there was nowhere to go. They... » Read
By Ted Gerard
Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies and Fairies...Oh My.
By Ted Gerard
Welcome to Echo Rock is a Gothic tale with a Steam Punk twist set in the dark world where Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies, Fairies and Mages fight for the purity of their clans and seek dominon of the entire world.
By Ted Gerard
Sometimes the only way to find peace is to let it all go.
A reflection on the nature of memory.
By Rafiki Zanzibar
A story about waking up and taking stock.
Short Story | Updated Jan 11, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sara Battaglia
The pen as my tool, I go forth into the night.
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." -Lord Byron
By Kevin Ruta
This is a poem about how the natural world is impeded upon by the artificial advancement of man. How the lack of appreciation for nature allows us to take for granted the changing of the seasons, and the emotional toll it can take. It also shows how an equivalent emotional response such as the...
Poetry | Updated Jan 3, 2015 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Its just minutes from the new year. It's been a memorable year but as it draws to an end it all seems so bland. But then I realize it's just as it should be.
Short Story | Updated Jan 2, 2015 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A bus ride is the perfect place for long self-reflection.
Short Story | Updated Jan 2, 2015 | Reads: 78 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"As I will explain, all the friends, or members, in my friend circle have different backgrounds and habits, based off just their eyes. People who are good at this, I can easily call amazing. Just like those people who can tell a lie from anywhere, are good at lying for other innocent people's...
"In eighty-six years I've done no more than what others expected of me, always rushing ahead, on to the next thing. All the while present moments disregarded, with the assumption they're impossibly useless as yesterday.
This and so much more for what? So I could sit here alone drinking this...
Miscellaneous | Updated Dec 22, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There is an inner voice that speaks to us all. But whether to listen or not? That is the choice that really matters.
Short Story | Updated Dec 14, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A reflection of isolation and the pain cause by invisible strife.
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
She was a thousand contradictions. She was sociable, yet detached; fiery yet passive. She was chaotic as a hurricane, and as gentle as a pond. Her beauty wasn't in her physical appearance, but in her soul. She was art to the eye. She made you feel something you never thought you could. In all...