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Your blood will listen, like a charm. Your blood can listen, everytime
A poem about Alhazred and me.
Andrew, Greg, and Heather go to the art museum. What could possibly go wrong?
(This episode is TV-14.)
I Fixed the format.)
By Elton Camp
Bruiser's death was widely lamented
Poetry | Updated Feb 18, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jim Pavis
This is a fictionalized memoir of the Jim Pavis Family from the European immigration of his grandparents in the mid-19h century to the mid-20th century with a description of the life and times first in New York City and later in the San Francisco Bay Area of California
First horror piece I've written.
Short Story | Updated May 15, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Can you capture those night time thoughs?
By Renja Shades
Can love save a soul? Is it ever too late for this to happen? There is an attempt to answer these questions in that fairytale for big and small children...
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into misunderstanding, this series of psychological short stories, explores the finer meaning of the meaningless meanings overlooked by understanding itself.
Cold Concept: Is Easy To Do
Sadly, among those tasks which we...
By Sultry Alice
A fetish comes in many forms.
Poetry | Updated Dec 8, 2012 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 12
By Miller Jivaro
A young woman looks back on a chance encounter with an elderly lady: from mutual admiration of the statue. Picking up a book years later could reveal a whole new twist to who this woman is...unless the incident never happened in the first place.
The thoughts that are too bland if not intertwined within poetry.
Poetry | Updated Jul 16, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
what makes us an american?
Travelling back to college campus for start of a new semester is not fun; not if one was attending a college in India, at least not when Juggernaut was attending four decades ago. One has to reckon with bad cafeteria food, poor living quarters and terrible bathrooms in the hostel. End of a...
Sculptress, she guides tiny hammers into crevices, finds the lines of his face, uncovers his eyes...
Poetry | Updated Feb 22, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0