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By Andie Seinburge
After getting herself lost in her campus library, Francis finds herself in a bit of a pickle after giving into her nosy urges and eavesdropping on the wrong conversation. She is caught and sworn to secrecy by Ian and Wesner, and soon after is brought back to a hidden laboratory located somewhere...
This poem is about how God has taken me from a place that was dark and bad and then turned me around to the person i am today. Someone bigger better and stronger.
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A random piece of hope.
By Richard Graham
Hi, here is the start of a story,screen play, not sure what it would be, iv never written anything before just want to see what people would think. be gentle.
The bird could not pass freely through the bars of its cage;
The viper however, could enter and exit as it pleased.
(Picture credits go to CocoaFerret from DeviantArt)
Some thoughts perhaps. Alternate account: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AzureSparrow
By Lancelot Knight Of The Cloak
THE EVIL of Chistianity
Short Story | Updated Sep 14, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
I hope you enjoy this.
Poetry | Updated Jul 5, 2015 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
By Ayla Daniels
This one is for the ladies ;)
Scott and his friend Amy have a boring day when some kind of flying object outside crushes into the ground and causes a giant gap in the ground. So Scott and Amy try discover what happens but they fall in.Do you think they will survive or perishe read the full book and you will discover what...
By The Roseless Thorn
This is a very small sample of work that I have recently been working on. Critiques would be great. I really want to improve my writing in so many ways.
This is basically about a teenager who considers herself lifeless, and often finds herself stuck in her own thoughts.
What are we really? How much does our world really matter?
This was originally in Swedish, and translated. Make sense or not, it is up to you.
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.