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By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
trying to capture how life sort of just shines, even on Thursday
A faerie flees from the sunfaerie king whose men are chasing her. The king is after her or her precious egg. The hatchling inside the egg is a legendary reincarnation of the daughter of Light, Phoenix. But, as she grows up, she is sheltered from the truth, from her destiny, by the children of...
Lack of sleep spawned an abyssal frustration. This was its progeny.
By Tobias Cavan
The wolves of the sun clan have found themselves in a hopeless predicament. Man and its terrible machines encroach to the south; the land north is barren and has already been laid claim to by another pack; one of their own has betrayed the wise old owl and to make matters worse the Sun had...
It's like 2:19 AM in Singapore right now and I've been hardly sleeping lately. Heck, I wish I know why, but all I know was at times like this my thoughts vividly flows through my veins. Instead of making poems about the others, this time I am going to make poem...more about me ahahaha. Please...
Hope You all enjoy!!!
They are beautiful creatures, made of fire, and resemble the sun. They have wings and can live up to five hundred, maybe even more, years old.
They are a mythical bird.
The bird of fire.
Poetry | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 10
Your blood will listen, like a charm. Your blood can listen, everytime
Short story for a contest (my first entry ever!!). A story that I had in my head that was going to be a book, but I decided was better fit for a short story.
Four very short creative narratives which express the final stages of earth's destruction / human extinction.
Just another day.
Hope this lightens your day and makes you feel all happy and warm! :)
Poetry | Updated May 9, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
How will this world end? I guess it really doesn't matter.
Poem doodled in the boredom of class