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I explore concepts of gravity, string theory, the big bang and my own theory of how the universe began and will continue to recycle itself.
A parody of Metal Gear Solid (1998) using users of Hatena Haiku as the cast. The long-anticipated story has finished editing and is now open for the public to enjoy.
Novel | Updated Jun 2, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Environment means the surroundings. Land, water, air, plants, animals, solid wastes and other things that are surrounding us constitute our environment. Man and environment are closely intertwined with each other, to maintain a balance or equilibrium in nature.
Different groups of people...
About the line between reality and fantasy.
Like the 4th edition of this series it about rocks! Lol but this poem has a twist and goes makes references to the rock cycle
In this poem I make a unique comparison to people and rocks... weird it may sound but makes for an interesting poem in the end
By Naomi Folettia
I want to see the impossible.
Inspired by "The Legend of Zelda," â€œFable,â€ and â€œThe Elder Scrolls,â€ this epic about a young man, the last of the Dragon Fighters, must discover his destiny and save his kingdom from total annihilation by a force of darkness.
Being alone is horrible, there's no feeling worse than sitting there feeling like you have no one, and that what people see is only a lie. When your insides hurt and no one can see how much pain your in. I wrote this when I was crying because I felt I couldn't add up to my parents standards and...
Poetry | Updated Dec 19, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Well, im not sure where i was planning on going with this when i started...
sometimes stories just come to you.
of the people who have read it, most of them are convinced of the deeper meaning, so go ahead and try to find some.
Evolving to the invisible spectrum
By Wierdo Ricardo
Sometimes when we think we have a good grip of a situation, we find out (when its too late) that we dont.
Then we fall helplessly until we find something we can hold on to for a while.
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 7