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Ready or not, here I come.
Short Story | Updated Jan 8, 2015 | Reads: 100 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
Another little short, short story I thought of...
Short Story | Updated Dec 4, 2014 | Reads: 44 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
This poem I just wrote feeling as if I was not there. Yet I was. Seeming as if I was a ghost in a world full of living.
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes we go right into a day with forgetting what to really truly focus on....
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I never gave up on you. I found you. Why didnt you find me? Why did you give up on me?
Poetry | Updated Mar 4, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
What would you do if you were forced to make a choice in something? You have to pick one or the other. Halloween (The holiday, not the movie. The movie creeped me out.) inspired me to make this short story! I feel like it's a longer story than I thought...Oh well. Hope you like it. It's my first...
By Rage Martins
"Rise up and speak"...Be the change you seek...
Poetry | Updated Oct 11, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Hell R
Hitori Kakurenbo. A single game of hide and seek played after 3am, when the ghost and ghouls are most active.
By Angel Plant
Just a running river of tears.
By Mish Mash
The Reaper says, "It's time to play hide and seek..."
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Michael Myers
Hello readers, this is a new series I am doing which follows a Psychiatrist who specializes in working with people who have had traumatic experiences. In this series he will give 4 terrifying accounts of the Patients he has met with and feels have endured the most pain and/or suffering over his...
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into madness, this series of short stories explores the chains that bind the human spirit to the repetition of survival.
S.S.H.U.T.: Identifying Evil
What if people could think for themselves? No, I don't mean rotating the...
By Jjs Pen House
A poem about someone, anyone walking along the shore of life, contemplating the many lives that came before them and the ones who will make their mark after they die. We only live once. Make your mark!
A little ditty about somethin'. Oh okay. It's a very short poem about being alone.
Poetry | Updated Apr 29, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4