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By Charlie Gibbs
Have you ever wondered if your stuffed toys or ornamental dogs came to life at night and watched you sleep?
Just me then.
Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is one of my poems which I was very proud of. I really like this one, written in 7th grade.
This was a descriptive scene which we were supposed to write.
Maybe this is how it feels to die
Yet i still feel my heart beating
How i wish it would stop
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
As an elderly traveling squirrel makes his way to the city of Cerestria, he is welcomed into the humble abode of a hospitable mouse family and grateful for their kindness, he reveals his latest discover.
The day was dull like always until I met a peculiar man who provided some wisdom.
Short Story | Updated Sep 18, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Liam Strong
This is for Melinda Sue Henry's first ever contest, and, as the contest title says, this really did just come to me. There was some other inspiration behind it though. I don't know how well this will do, it just came on the spur of the moment, and it feels a little lopsided, but you tell me. :)
By Alfred Thames
Thinking is not driven by answers but by questions. Had no questions been permitted to be asked by those who seek knowledge, it signals the tragic end of wisdom, understanding and insight of the seeker. And, of course, an end to knowledge itself.Â Every declarative statement of truth is an...
By Sairento Sirens
Short poem for the man I love. <3
They say a watched app never loads, but the same can't be said for a watched person- they do die.
Tuor Terrowin and Asher have somehow found themselves parted. Will Terrowin and Asher get to him in time before the punishment takes place?
Paper Bombardier few fears enrapture more than horizontal Ink splatter rounds at the Bar From a Gold Bullion Gunpowder Pen charged where the Signet ring reads The God Literati.Full Metal Jacket For Good Bad and Ugly,Bumping Ax along the Grain for a tree Stump for days- Quantifying Ways to...
This is a poem reflecting on a topic all individuals are familiar with: the topic of love. The poem primarily explores self love, as the looking-glass is a metaphor for self reflection. The speaker seems to have a disenchanted view on life and virtually condemns himself to a life of solitude in...
A little ditty about somethin'. Oh okay. It's a very short poem about being alone.
Poetry | Updated Apr 29, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
Death will rule and Blood will spill, but rain will wash away the horrors of earth...