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A beautiful song sung by two great souls which is resonating in the numb silence of the universe.A story of red and blue. A story of heat and cool.A story of a HE and a SHE.Story of birth of a black hole.
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Poetry | Updated Sep 12, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Georgina V Solly
An exclusive Caribbean haven for the wealthy few who want to escape from their big business lives.
Short Story | Updated Aug 24, 2014 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this while watching my man sleep.
By Ted Gerard
This is Unfinished...I found it while cleaning it was on a piece of scrap paper...I tend to write or start ideas and I forget half the things I write... I think it was about a man being chased by himself...idk I'll start writing it again and it'll come to me...lol...my mind
Ferdinand and his men attack an alien planet to retrieve the orb of life. It's up to the lone survivor Lumina to make sure Ferdinand doesn't get the orb.
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...
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