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"So where are the angels? The demons?"
He smiled crookedly and extended his hand. "They all live here..."
16 year old November Idgard is the talk of the school whenever anything strange happens, especially when the supernatural seems to conflict the normal. When her own world is being invaded...
By Fairbanks Port
Regarding self-preservation in the storms...
Bon Voyage is about each one of us. It is about our journey in life. We know not the future and yet we need to be determined in the present and stay convinced about our purpose in life through all odds and uncertainties.
By Ernest Twain
Settling in for a rough night in the Marina. This is what it is like.
Poetry | Updated Jan 29, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
What if Shakespeare signed his work? An interpretation of The Tempest and more.
By Platypus With A Fez
Something I wrote for an English Creatve Writing competition at school. A soldier's last few moments in battle in WW1.
Short Story | Updated Feb 26, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 7
The deep primal rage
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Lin Bailey
Abruptly injected into his childhood's innocence Tempest was diagnosed with a multitude of what his psychiatrist thought were infectious mental disorders. Sadistic Personality Disorder, Emotional Dysregulation and Narcissistic Personality Disorder. His doctor used the word infectious to...
Short Story | Updated Oct 17, 2010 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Curious to see the various interpretations. What do you think this poem is really about?
..to be honest the feelings exposed here is something personal of mine, and at the moment im not too sure what it all means.
so please enlighten me with your thoughts... is it really jealousy?
By Mistress Of Word Play
To He who loves us all. Glory to His name.
By J B Danielson
A man must deal with his guilt while a storm rages around him.
of the invisible whisperer,
reveal themselves as waves,