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Random First Lines:I decided to write a very short book based around my blog " Life as i know it". I have literally not even completed two chapters due to it being... » Read
By Ted Gerard
There is only one true path...
When you loose sleep there's only so long you can go before things become trippy. Where the distinction between dreams and reality becomes faded and you don't know whats real and what isn't.
disclaimer: I wrote this in half an hour, while watching a Freddy Crougar film.
The feeling of transitioning from reality to a dream-world.
By Unknown Knives
Story of a young couple who take a train to nowhere and back.
While on their trip our mystery male character discovers what "End of the Line" really means.
Short Story | Updated Oct 1, 2015 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The worst day of my life is compounded. This day forever changes everything and sets in motion a chain of events that elicits the utter bizarre.
Short Story | Updated Sep 28, 2015 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jeff Bezaire
Sometimes we wish dreams were the reality.
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this when I was 17. I was crushin' on several girls at the time and since I never I had first love I was kinda creating this image of the perfect girl in my head at the time. I didn't know what I 1st love was until I was 27. Regardless I was inspired me to write this...
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this poem for my mother. Christmas 2003.
This really is based off of a set of dreams I've had...they were so realistic that I had to share them. After a streamline of bombs are dropped on a city, chaos in inevitable--and so is tyranny. Trapped inside a luxurious mall for several months with nearly 200 civilian refugees amidst the...
Grun was on the threshold of something which would alter his life forever. The box which was buried in the outhouse under the floor contained an assortment of things. It would take Grun three years to even begin to understand them. The main thing was the book.
I got a bit sleepy and slowly my head got heavier and heavier, until the point I fel asleep. When my head hit the table I woke up, shooting up straight in my chair.
The class was empty. I rubbed my eyes with the sleeves of my sweater. When I opened them the class was still empty. I stood up...
By Carl Worgan
Mister Great is lost in his mind, only the great psycic Psyclopse can help him.
Dedicated to every orphan, homeless, neglected and abused childâ€¦
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Alex Sharpe
"El Lau Farama" is a Poem Series Created by Alex Sharpe, and is Copyright 2016 by Alex Sharpe.
Jenson Thorne had always been a vivid dreamer, but after an unusual encounter with a stranger who claims to have been in a dream with him, Jenson discovers that his dreams are not always a simple creation of his brain. In his search for answers, he meets a physicist named Dr. Donald Wesson, who...