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By Alex Sharpe
'From being stalked by evil clowns, doctors, and school-teachers, falling out of the sky from 5,000 feet in a plane without power, meeting/being put under spells by witches/wizards, having a murder/stalker/killer stay in the same house as you, being buried alive, seeing ghosts and/or...
By Alex Sharpe
(WORK IN PROGRESS. UNDERGOING WRITING, EDITING, AND DETAILING)
Everything was fineâ€¦ Just another fine day â€“ a day at the park, with the familyâ€¦ But then it began. They have no name. They were all of the sudden here, out of nowhere. They roamed the Earth devastating everything...
contain my rage...
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
After moving into the small town of Silverton, Colorado, Lex Crawford begins to notice strange things happening in a house with a questionable past. Her husband always said that the secrets of a dark past can be buried with the right amount of sunshine- but what happens when the sun just won't...
One of these is an artist
Essay | Updated Oct 12, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Writers are not made. They are born.
My views on writing. I dont think everyone can be a writer cause if everyone was there be no one left to sell us paper.
These are just some reflections I've had recently on writing, reading, and being a writer.
When I read quality in a man's work, I decided I wanted to know a little more about him... Here's an Interview with a STAR...
A small collection of words about what writers think and a small experience of my own.
we transcend our creators
Poetry | Updated Oct 3, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is the art of a highly regulated drabble... kind of. See it's funny! It was just a small something I did a while back, and hopefully might make someone smile. It is one hundred words! No more, no less.
about the beauty of nature
Poetry | Updated Sep 13, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
A poem about the touch of another person's skin
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A dreamer of freedom searches the edges of his soul for the freedom he so desperately longs for.
By Moonlit Syndicate
Through the eyes of a child a mother is a god(goddess) they are the ones who bring them into this world, care, cherish and love them. They seem so much bigger and stronger, their image something of an epitome. To them their parents are always the best, the worst... right by their side when the...