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Random First Lines:I wrote this in 2009. It is part of my 6th lyric set titled, Screaming Silence. » Read
The Earth may be deserted, but this bounty hunter and his wife have been left behind with the poor. It is a difficult life, even with androids, or maybe because of them
For a school assignment, we were instructed to write a personal essay on the prompt "what it feels like to be me". I kind of liked mine. Toward the end, I got bored and kinda lazy though.
When I die, Will you be at my side
Poetry | Updated Mar 9, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
By Daisy Ink
Short Story Writing Contest Information
By Reagan Fair
Marooned on a cluster of rocks in the bay by his home, a young boy fights the elements, striving to survive.
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into madness, this series of short stories explores the chains that bind the human spirit to the repetition of survival.
S.S.H.U.T.: Identifying Evil
What if people could think for themselves? No, I don't mean rotating the...
By Hazel Beatrice
It's the only thing that made sense to her.
Short Story | Updated May 10, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Character Sketches for Shockwave.
The winter in Bangladesh was generally considered as pleasant.Usually lifestyle change in this season and many activities like,visiting countryside with family and friends, picnic,travels,sightseeing,festivals,fairs,ceremonies take place in this season.
But,this winter that has started in...
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
A short poem demonstrating the destructive power of the sea.
Poetry | Updated Oct 5, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
Late at night when I let all my thoughts bombard me, this is what it feels like.
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...
I am unable. I am incapable. I am feeble. I am me.
By the sea, a lady stands and watches.
Poetry | Updated Jul 16, 2012 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1