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By Nikolai Winter
A character introduction I did for a group story that never happened. One day I might have time to focus on him more and finish his tale, but that would be in the future.
Short Story | Updated Nov 3, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I've been thinking about writing a story all my life about this person (just like me), but who lives in another time and another place. I've never gotten around to maybe taking the creation of this story seriously, but I thought now would be the time. It is a story of many stories. How a few...
WANDERING TEENAGER ON A LOST CAUSE. TIME TO RE-VISIT AND RE-ARRANGE HIS PRIORITIES.
As an immigrant, living in a foreign society really clashes with any notion of home that you have back in your homeland. You never know what you lost until the end.
Poetry | Updated Aug 15, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Short reflective poem, written during the 1980s
Poetry | Updated Aug 1, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Nithin Purple
Shall it human's life as quivering clouds like wandering in its urge?
Such do e'en curious flee ,yet yearning thoughts as strangers risky be
Owes the starless nights a haunting dream about our's fickle image,
Since these roaming bees of despair are hiding keen its dismal hive
Hope and strain...
By Maximum Red
I wrote this when i was in a dark place at the age thirteen. it seems those years were somehow my darkest writings.
Road that symbolizes life and death
Poetry | Updated Apr 29, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
my soul yet bleeds from the cruel reality that necessitates such a work
This is about when you have to choose which path to take, running in circles, your bound to choose sometime.
By Victor Palmer
Based on a French legend.
the tragic tale of a man in trapped in the depths of madness
notes from the notebook
By Robert Freeman
A Poem that tells of the potential happiness that we often forget exist due to the many hardships in life.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...