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This content is written in order to re-vizualise the limitations of man, and their helplessness before Death..
By D A Draven
A world black and white as the only way of communication is by cue card and the deepest emotion. A young man, his sister and his fiancee. A mysterious light, a mysterious church, a mysterious trial. What does it mean to those when the only thing in balance is life and death?
By Anam Tariq
She describes him out of the world cause he's her first crush, more a possession, more obsession! She don't know him well, even we cant know, who possessed her, who took her breaths away, who is her Crush!
By D A Draven
(My entry for BriannasBooks Horror Short Story/Poetry Contest) If you bumped into a girl, who was standing under the only light coming from the only lamp post working, would you agree to meet her the next night for Halloween?
Short Story | Updated Sep 29, 2014 | Reads: 83 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 15
True love holds out over tragedy. A good sense of humor and attraction can over come many things. Including the wreck of the day that last thirty years later.
Sometimes the silence isn't all that quiet.
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Poetry | Updated Aug 29, 2014 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 13 | Likes: 19
By August Breeze
This poem is about the reality of being in love.
Poetry | Updated Aug 29, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Mil Phoenix
Okay. I havenâ€™t said this enough times for anyone to really know, but Iâ€™m a huge fan of the Christian Rock group, Red. This song goes out to anyone with one or more addictions that they're losing the fight to. Everyone has one or has had one.
A short poem about.....
By Just Maxx
Um, this is just a poem I wrote a while back. There's a lot of feeling behind it for me, but it's nothing special. I hope you enjoy it.
By Yevgeny Orel
Translation of a short piece of poetry from Ukrainian into English.
Poetry | Updated Jun 27, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
She was a demon, and she behaved like such. Butâ€¦why did she feel so empty? The past tormented her, and she didnâ€™t really know who she was. Was she a human or a monster? Something was certain: Death and pain would always follow her.
â€œYou all look exactly the same, oh Iâ€™m sick of it!â€
The evolution of the broken American Dream.
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0