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By Becca Swan
The sacred ruins of a bitter past.
By Georgina V Solly
A mystery that is not so mysterious.
By Lady Deva
A poem about Yoth in the Dreamlands.
A poem about Baharna in the Dreamlands.
By Elton Camp
Decaying evidence of a family who once lived
Poetry | Updated Apr 20, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I could write pages and pages about you, and maybe that would heal me. If anything you should be flattered that someone cares so much about you, and you take it for granted.
This poem is dedicated to time cut short, what could have been beautiful or ugly, sweet or bitter, unexplainable and wanted.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Tucker Haase
Elias Barker is tasked with excavating an ancient ruin of the "First Ones" The first people to roam Kardia. But this medieval excavation takes a turn for the worse.
how i feel about people who say they want to be kings, or queens, it gets on my nerves, so this is how i feel about it. :)
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 1
the tragic tale of a man in trapped in the depths of madness
After the war, nearly three hundred years ago, a small group formed to up rise against the unfair government. The group was made of three people. The Brains, Gwen Titel, makes the tech and upgrades it all. The Brawns, Jagger (Jag) Titel, is the muscle of the group. And then, there is the leader....
By Tucker Pen
A short story about a life on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean and the attempts two of the local residents make in an effort to understand a little bit more.
Short Story | Updated Sep 3, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By X Cute Pixie X
This is a poem about being inside one of my father's paintings... I was trying to write about something new, try a slightly different style..... so please leave comments!
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2012 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By The Jester Of Punishment
Returning to a one fantasy land where I grew up mostly.
Poetry | Updated Jul 8, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By No Tomorrows
Running from the terror of the night. From the pain and sorrow.