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By Rosie Poole
Man of malice pours upon an innocent people a living hell.
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Late night thoughts...
When people hear the word Cujo, they often think of the mad dog film. After she started killing, that's what they started calling her- Cujo, Mad Dog. I was never supposed to be involved.
Baby has had the longest childhood in existence but it has been no fun and games. Locked away in her bedroom by her obsessed Uncle, Baby and her Uncle's wife, Hayley, must find a way to escape him and restart their lives which leads to Baby finding out the truth about her identity. Written from...
Ethan was only fourteen when OASIS recruited him, sixteen when he had his first mission. He was eighteen when his life was truly his with a bout of hell.
By Claire Macdonald
May be triggering for some.
This is my story of traveling to a mental institution, names have been changed for anonymity, but everything in here is true.
Sorry if choppy.
By Arturon Gillespie
We are never safe from the ambitions of those who would rule by force.
By Julie Dia
At the end of the day, his only words are, "Make it stop."
By Daisy Ink
A warning goes out for residents of three counties to avoid coming in contact with the water in their town which can lead to drastic results if they do.
Please note that there may be adult language and a possible trigger warning.
" Why are we, children of this world burdened With such a curse" " I dunno, but there must be a reason" 5 children who were never ment to exist team up with superpowered outcasts and take on nobodies, heartless, Silar, and the keyblade heroes themselves to discover the truth behind their...
This is the first and the last time you will ever hear from me. Surely I will be punished, but I must tell you. I know you, more than you know yourself. Your thoughts, emotions, memories, and questions are what I live for.
Who am I? Where do I come from?
I can hear your every thought....
A collection of poetry I've written from late 2012 to present. Take precaution before reading some of these, as they may contain depressing themes. The image used as a cover for this was made by me, but the pictures involved were not taken/created by me.
Murder in the family