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By John Woodcock
A continuation of Fuchsia Valley Boy
Book | Updated Feb 26, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By John Woodcock
The story is set in the Fuchsia Valley, Lee, Devon and on a distant galaxy.
Book | Updated Feb 17, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Zayn Ul Abidin
I had to find shelter as I was lost. As soon as I saw it, its mesmerizing beauty strangled, entangled and caught me.
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6
I wrote this in limited time in 7th grade. I realize now that there may be errors, but to maintain its originality I chose not to change it. Hope you enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A travel dream that starts in Frank Lloyd Wright Fallingwater residence and finished in real life adventure in Ayn Rand's Fountainhead.
A short story about family and the joy of celebrating life together with friends and family in a beloved valley.
The love of nature, the beauty of the sky and the love song all come together to make this, at least I think, an enjoyable short story.
The Eli character in this short story is...
By Juli Monat
Where do our spirits goes?
Poetry | Updated Aug 24, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Getting back into writing, and I had to look back on things...a valley was the first thing that came to mind.
Here is the depiction.
Poetry | Updated Jul 25, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Silver 84
I haven't posted a poem in a long while, so I was determined to get one up tonight! A lot of times I stay up all night, I just can't get to sleep. The dawn makes the next day, which is always pretty awful since I hadn't had any sleep, worth it. Such a beautiful thing. My favorite part is that...
a lovely walk on a beautiful morning.
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 8
taken from my book, "My Head Is Swarming With Flies"
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
A poem about... well, figure it out yourself.
The Man with the Zombie Hand
(This short story is part of the Tales from Death Valley by Bishop1611).
Some call them zombies but the mind blowing, epidermis morphing Z-virus has produced things more horrifying than walking dead. Follow the family of Brent Smith as they struggle against...