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By Silver Dawn
Connections forged from a hellish day that transcended from chaos.
A crushing force pressing against a small group of people that dare to fight for those they defend, ready to lay themselves down upon the alter of freedom.
Two centuries of hate, thousands dead....
This is the story of the...
Short Story | Updated Jul 4, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Nearly a thousand years have passed since the Goddess of light walked the land. Peace, with all of the pitfalls that it comes with has more or less ruled in the Kingdom of Aradime since then. The Seven Kings and Kingdoms have resided and prospered, but as the years have passed darkness has...
Just a quick little poem about zombies I wrote on break at work. =)
This is about a man, who sacrifices everything for his craft. His friends, his family, even his health. He cares not about anything other than the task at hand, currently, in front of him. No matter the cost. This is for Mrs. Bradbury's contest where the theme is: A Sacrifice for Passion. This...
By Sixella Malz
A short story for R A B Bradbury's June contest. Please let me know your thoughts!
This is my contest entry for RAB Bradbury's June contest! The theme is
By Robert Doust
The world has entered a stage in which two great and powerful legendary groups or families are fighting each other untill one of them falls. Humanity will play a role in the war and also it will become crucial.
When sixteen close high school students decide to go party for the night, things take a turn and they end up facing their deaths, one by one. Two teams. Two guns. Your life or theirs.
I wrote this why talking to a close friend about whether or not love existed, this poem is for her. It was inspired for her although it's not about her.
By Maximum Red
i dont know if i like this poem but posting it can do no harm
When you feel like all odds are against you, you're fighting for some kind of control, and everything that you held your faith in falls, you break, and change. Because that's what pain does to people.
This is an Acrostic Poem on
A very unrhyming poem of what I think stars are made of. I am twisted, you know. This only scratches the surface. (NOT FOR EASILY FRIGHTENED)
By Vashti Puls
A Dark Mistress plays on the stupidity of those in the human race who think it is they who control the prey