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World changed by one man, everything is in one image, but a select few turn the tables, will they succeed and bring life back to the world or fail and leave to world in ruin.
By Tony Hart
Triplets: Rose, the girl with red hair. Snow, the girl with light blond hair. Ebony, the girl with black hair.
Snow White gives birth to triplets who are prophesied to defeat the Dark Fairy on their 16th birthday. When the Dark Fairy gets wind of this news she hatches a plan to kidnap the...
By Crow Of Light
A poet has the ability to see what is invisible to a naked eye i believe this is due to our minds.
It's a novella about a boy befriending a dragon. They start off with a good relationship until a wizard sent to kill the beast comes in the picture.
Another lighter, happier song, but this one is a little more obvious with the undertones. I'm going to have to ask my friends to help me out, I kind of want some violin and piano in this.
By Nia Carter
Female Italy and female Russia OCs of the author and I both have a soft spot for a certain blonde-haired man, but neither of them are getting very far... or so they think. Collab with islandwriter.
I know it's been awhile, but I now present Wings. A short poem I made earlier today and In feel the need to show you it.
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Black and white...Or, more naturally, my definition of love.
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Screaming. They were all screaming. The flaking yellow walls, the pathetic rays of light, even the monotonous floors abhorred me as I tore past them- First attempt!
A simply-written poem I finished late last night.
About a ghost watching their own funeral they learn how they died and what their life really meant.
warning: it involved strong language, racial and sexual joke
Novel | Updated Jun 10, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
What if Snow White was never rescued by the Prince? What if she had never woken up from a true love's kiss, and instead wasted away in her sleep? Driven by the need for revenge, Snow wakes up from the most eternal sleep, death, in order to find justice for herself.