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By Bella Maroney
The water above and below is soft and crystalline as it moves under the water. Sleek and silver, a mirror reflection of its outside world, yet so obvious to the inhabitants inside. Silent and unaltering, it moves without provocation, no declaration of its existence, but it is beautiful. What...
By Ron Oselina
A short story about a young boy trying to get away from his past, but only encounters more troubles.
Short Story | Updated Jan 27, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Karen is just a regular young woman with regular problems, when her life takes a turn for the worse...
Short Story | Updated Jan 23, 2014 | Reads: 59 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
What happens when days get too heavy and nights too long? When Aris' life changes dramatically, ground staggers under his feet...
Days where your life suddenly changes should strictly be Fridays or Saturdays but today was a Monday and my life would never be the same.
Train hopping is dangerous and no one knows this quite like Cleo and Andrew. They can't help it though, travelling is in their blood and a knife in the gut...
By Gareth Brown
I was running very, very late for my train.
Short Story | Updated Dec 1, 2013 | Reads: 173 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
They know, she know, we know, they all know.....
When Red, one of the last fire benders left in the world, and his sister are captured by slavers and he's sold to the new avatar. He must give up his past to teach the new avatar fire bending and play his part in restoring peace to the world. But forgetting your past is easier said than done.
By Matthew Carr
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes we are not aware of reality in death...
By Erich Jablo
Franklin Moss finds himself on a train headed to his next job, when something strange happens.
Short Story | Updated Oct 23, 2013 | Reads: 55 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A BOY GIVES A GIRL THE STARE ON A TRAIN STATION IN 1965.
Poetry | Updated Oct 5, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Life. Unrequited love. The path we all walk on as individuals. Trying to catch the next train to achieve our most wanted goals. But sometimes, we can't always get what we want. For my beloved sisters. Feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading! :) I suggest listening to a melancholic song for...
I love Chicago and all the wonderful things it has there. Working there, enjoying the beaches, watching the lights during Christmas at Daley Plaza always has me coming back for more. However, although it's a great place to visit, there's no place like home. (Preach it Dorothy!!)
By Tom Oldman
On the way home from work, an American working for a Japanese software house has a woman fall literally into his arms. This is their story.