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By Lvs Studios
Our first short film, "Soldiers of Fourtune".
A different world...
I hope it will be good to sing
(for zadudet1's contest 3rd round)
Success is not what you think or have been told it is... its more than it.
Search for the blurred distinction between light and darkness and the misrepresentation of each. Of true purity, both would bring calamity.
By Cosmic Crow
Response to three Writers
Cooper Thompson's "A New Vision of Masculinity"
Robert Johnson's "Owning Your Own Shadow"
Susan griffins's "Idealogies of Madness"
Phenom teenage author, Skyle Hunter, is commissioned to write a decidedly darker follow-up to his first novel in order to attract a larger audience. But in attempting to do so, he himself enters his own dark world of strange happenings. Has he gone crazy?
VOID: Chapters 1-2 *work in...
A vision of Anubis.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
It was safe to say that we Summers weren't on billboards for the best family alive. Sure, my father wasn't a part of our family photo, and I had the ability to see the past, present and future, but besides that everything was pretty good. I had the best house, the best family (in my opinion). I...
By Mike The Mechanic
A vision of our desire to know
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
After Keisuke strange manipulation on both Hotaru and Emi,Emi finds herself running aimlessly through town with the strange voice echoeing through her head.How can she make the pain stop?And what is Keisuke's involvment with Emi's memories?
Short Story | Updated Dec 17, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
I think this is what love is like..
This is a poem i wrote inspired by one of my favorite shows, dexter.