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I've been debating whether or not to post this since it is one of my older stories. (As in i wrote it in April 2009) Regardless, I sincerely hope you all enjoy it.
Short Story | Updated Jan 18, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This story follows the story of Edge, and the Spear that he utilises. Read to find out what happens. I will be adding colour to the writing soon, so keep checking.
By Rachel Creed
Minor gore. It's mostly creepy.
My first poem I've written :)
By Wicked Beautiful
All every person wants is money, fame and fortune. But no- no, that's just all a nice and fluffy fantasy.
A poem i wrote when i was 11 about life it's kind of short and in the end i turned it in to a song but here the words originally
It was meant to be a fresh start after the recent tragedy.
Not knowing what was about to face them.
A Spine Chilling horror short story.
Short Story | Updated Aug 8, 2011 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Samantha's life was just fine until she's hit by a car, paralyzing her from the neck down. But when she is offered a new spine in exchange for her services as a undercover operative for the provider of the new, high tech. spine, she faces two choices. To be paralyzed for the rest of her life or...
Novel | Updated Dec 1, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Dario Orellin
Something that happened on the 28th of August, 2010.
The nose simply wants to get along.
According to old traditions the breath is holy and when it's used the right way it may lead to spiritual development.
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Swirly Me
i cant tell...
Novel | Updated Jan 13, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This story was inspired by observations of students at the campus outdoor coffee stand and study area.
haha. we had to write our own obituaries for my creative writing class. I decided to have a little fun with mine. not depressing, i promise:) I just thought I'd put it on here and see what kind of response I get. Cheers!
By Susan Hartline Fouts
This is a poem I wrote for one of my children.