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Trevor was becoming quite frustrated when no one would believe him about the lady tapping at his window every night. They all thought he was crazy, but things aren't always what they seem.
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 51 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
the warmth from somebody near you in winter, the glowing quiet, all of this.
By Elton Camp
The Generation Gap
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
eleven year old is stunned at what he sees through his mother's glass winddow
By Lux Rivkin
New Enchanter Bernadette is shocked and appalled to find out her family background is that of a secret society called Enchanters. When she is told that she not only is an Enchater, but she is part of the strongest Enchanter family in the universe she is upset, believing that it is blasphemous....
Falling all our lives. Falling with each year, falling with each day, with each night, with each cough of the clock. We were falling to our deaths.
For YankeesFan68's contest
By Lost Writer
this is fictional, but the area I live in, it could very well be a possibility...
this could be portrayed as a brother/sister, or sister/sister relationship, whichever you want it to be.
By Elton Camp
Some crimes are self-punishing
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
To your right lies all that you wish to escape from. To your left lies the gateway to your dreams. Yet all you can do is watch the days go by, beautiful though they may be.
Hope, humanity, and life in general.
But there are chances even if it is small. And the doctors will not go for it if the previous cases didnâ€™t show any promises.
Short Story | Updated Nov 19, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Juli Monat
What is going on through all human kind.
This was based off of two lines (the first couplet) that I wrote down a few months ago. I wanted to use them somehow and I attributed meaning to them, then wrote from there.
Please leave your interpretation on the comments.
Something written late last night, past midnight.
So, technically this morning.
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
First Poem I Ever Wrote- Comment's & Feedback Welcome x
Poetry | Updated Jun 7, 2013 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0