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By Kayla Morris
A poem about love and what It means.
Poetry | Updated Nov 4, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Mark Samoilovich
A peaceful man has been sent to war during the dark ages. During the last night before the bloody war, his blood runs fast and his own nature urges him to realize the difference between right and wrong.
I had a friend speak to me and a few others about how big she was and how she wished she was skinnier. "Am I fat?" she would ask. The others would say of course not but as I sat there thinking I couldn't help but say,"I will not dare lie to your face when we both know you are overweight. But my...
By Phoebe Kishbaugh
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2013 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Robert G Moons
A young, mediocre guitar player comes across an unusual, antique guitar that turns him into a world famous rock idol.
By Phoebe Kishbaugh
opinions and critiques? :)
By Frankie Frost
A soul goes on a journey and all it needs is to find a way. But when darkness is all around itâ€™s not that easy.
*This is a slightly altered dream I had.
Short Story | Updated Oct 26, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Getting to know someone you love...
Poetry | Updated Oct 25, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
In life, you choose to be happy or sad; to succeed or fail; to win or lose ...
The morbid beauty that we meet at the end of the very end- Death
By Anastasia Obsidian
It's the Annual Lupercalia Ball for the Creatures of the Night, and as nihht falls, so does Anastasia Fredericks. Young, beautiful, immortal raven animorph, she wanders as secret slave of hawk demon Jasmine Buchae. She fears for her life, harboring a secret of her parentage. But can one...
Short Story | Updated Oct 21, 2013 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Lips Of An Angel
A heart that feels burden, can sometimes be perceived as if it is made of wool. we hold onto the connection every so strongly.
Poetry | Updated Oct 20, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I had written this long back when I was kind of semi-conscious, with a lot of spelling mistakes. Found it yesterday so thought of publishing it (after rectifying the spellings). :D
A poem I wrote last night when I was shut up in my room at night when things are the hardest to face and everything comes flooding back.