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By Georgina V Solly
How a bloodstain is the common denominator.
By Noand Hegask
You have so much within you.. Why do you refuse to acknowledge yourself just because of other people? You simply melt down like a candle just because of what they said.
By Mr Watson
Buildings with no heart or soul
Poetry | Updated Mar 28, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 7
A huge fire, and an accident.
By Jonathan Delacuso
A special Halloween short story guest starring a few of my characters from my previous stories and characters from stories I have yet to publish. Enjoy and happy Halloween.
By Midnight Black Cat
how will we end? what will our final thoughts be?
If you plan on asking forgiveness after you sin, is it true forgiveness?
Two gods destroy Ashla's life finding out...
The beginning chapter of my novel-in-process about a woman who was walking home alone whilst she was drunk and she stupidly enters a house, which turns out to be haunted! Read to find out more. Be aware that this is my first attempt of writing a horror story I am not professional AT ALL. Enjoy:-)
By Tommy Mcmahon
A man tries to build a time machine while conversing with actual skeletons.
Short Story | Updated Sep 8, 2012 | Reads: 42 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem I wrote while dwelling on a chance meeting with a dear friend. There was so much running through my head, but the poem I knocked out just seemed to sum it up so perfectly.
im not sure how to discribe it so you'll just have to read it
Poetry | Updated Jun 24, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kyle Georgie Frydenlund
Poem I wrote. 6/17/12
Poetry | Updated Jun 18, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
The young apprentice Asteroth has foolishly stolen the Master necromancer's scepter in a misguided attempt to revive his master. He has no idea of the chain of events he has set in motion!
a short poem about how I view anorexia...
Poetry | Updated Feb 12, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sora Sora
What lay in my chest is something like a memory