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This is a in your face, no hold back rant about today's world and the people in it. How we treat each other, the planet and our purpose, if any. This is what we have created for ourselves and now we must lay in our filth. Maybe someday, this will change and man will succeed in living into the...
When someone leaves you and you feel like you are all alone. That there is no way you can escape until you heal.
My description of loneliness and how seeking to be free from it can lead to disaster.
By Robert Kasch
Watch how you pick your friends.
Short Story | Updated Mar 19, 2014 | Reads: 47 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It happened so fast. The end came so sudden. No one knew it was happening. Hours . It took merely a matter of hours for the world to go to shit and that was just the beginning.
By Geoff T Metcalfe
Sally find herself at a funeral. She contemplates the futility of burying body in the ground, much to detriment of a preacher's sanity.
A poem about the unexpected difficulties that arise in relationships.
This is about when you are old and life isnt what it use to be so your empty, unfeeling. How all you can wait for is a death to take you away from this nothing.
The decomposing body could not be recognised.
How long had they lain there in squalor?
i couldnt think of a title so i just used the first line
this is something i made up in the car driving somewhere, i wasnt the one driving if you are wondering :)
By Luna Hades
This is a sick twist from the true Little Red Ridding Hood bedtime story.
If you are not a fan of zombies, please do not read.
This story was born out of boredom. Lol
Vine writes her small pleas and ideas into a book she fround by a smashed grave. Her city is being ravaged by a plague, a plague called the Rot.
What would you do if Zombies were attacking your town? Run to the nearest high school and hide in the Janitor's closet, of course! Here, the story's heroine, Amelia meets the strikingly bad-ass Conner, a bona fide Zombie killer. Will their fates be tested as they try to escape the 'rotting'...
By Eric Shapiro
A rather morbid poem in which the speaker decides to eat his dead lover.
By Shea Ryhai
Ever notice how you can arrive at some places where the crowd of "depressed, hopeless, and unsocial" people congregate to plot their only answer to their problems. Suicide.
There are even some sites where people encourage others to plan and carry out their own suicide. How sick has the internet...