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By Arturon Gillespie
An almost perfect moment to remember.
Poetry | Updated May 4, 2015 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Bloody drool lands on dry gravel so close to my face. My crackled voice mutters for mercy.
Gruze. The lead Eliquidorian city, filled with the hum of street venders, clock chimes, and gossips. Forced to defend itself from the evil savages. But are they really evil? Or has the Eliquidorian king painted the picture in the wrong light?
Novel | Updated Mar 21, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
A humorous and elegant love tale, written in Iambic tetrameter.
SEX!!! Now that I have your attention, you should totally read my poem. Sorry, it's not really about sex. More like crazy awesome depression stuff, so like, read it, now, like, right now. Okay, now...(As in, like, now)
By Michael Jameson
"What do you see?" My mom asked
I sighed, she'd dragged me to the beach on the coldest November morning to look at a rock. I pulled my coat tighter around me while shuffling on the spot hoping to bring back some sensation in my feet.
"I see a rock, eroded over time by the north sea sea that...
By Arturon Gillespie
sooner or later we all feel tense and stressed. you can used your imagination to relieve this state.
Rajasthan is a state in India with a very rich and enchanting history. Through this poem I have tried to celebrate the ethnicity and it's glorious past.
By Brian A Garber
Crazy people doing crazy things (but for a living so it's all good)
Short Story | Updated Apr 13, 2014 | Reads: 69 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Georgina V Solly
The power of the moon to affect our lives.
Book/Novel cover design contest
By Boo Baechle
Aurora has just finished her apprenticeship under a harsh master. She is ready to leave that life behind her and begin anew in the desert kingdom of Sabnur Neshne as a song crafter.
Feel free to critique please
Like a soldier in battle, beating on through
It will wait for no one, not even you
You may not feel the pile of sand glide through your fingers
Pushed out by the soldier, for he never hinders
Each droplet of sand some precious, some small, some heavy, all fall
Looking back you'll notice how...