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just my way of venting
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I've been sick. This is what came out. You have been warned.
Short Story | Updated Aug 22, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A story about an insane asylum and a specter out to get the new worker in the ward.
By Angel Plant
Living with pain and what it does to you. How you act, what you feel. the hurt, anger, depressed and so much more.
Poetry | Updated Aug 15, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Diana Rose
I started writing this song a few months ago and left it half finished, so I decided to finish it today. It's about a friend who made me feel like I was invisible to her. Enjoy!
By Thomas Namdar
This is a metaphor again. Every sentence and almost every described object represents something real to me. Again, I don't like to tell my side of the story right away, because I feel like the reader can apply the imagery to his or her own situations in life. If you must know, you can always...
By Thomas Namdar
I wrote this during the time I left the United States to move back to Germany
A young man documenting someone's last moments on his deathbed.
Ramona Reynolds wakes up one day to hear she's been in a terrible accident. She doesnt know who she is, only what the doctor is telling her. She's been training for the military and it didn't go so well two months ago. On the day of her arrival home, she's whisked away to an unknown site. Dr....
A YOUNG MAN IN LOVE AND LOVE SICK.
Poetry | Updated Jul 1, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Naomi Folettia
Roses are sweet but sometimes...
This is how I have been feeling for a long time.
By Chelsea Finch
what i do most of the time when i think of my best friend.
I closed my eyes and clutched the pillow tightly to me, praying for the oblivion that sleep would bring.
Outside, the air hung still and heavy, and I knew I was the only one breathing, the only heart beating.
I wished I could hear crickets, but it was just me, my chest rising and falling, the...
A man is forced to make an impossible choice, his life, or a complete stranger's.
Short Story | Updated May 6, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2