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Hi there. If you're reading this, WHICH, YOU SHOULD BE, welcome to part 2 of the puzzle I have scattered out across the internet for you. Here, we have a poem written by yours truly. Your current task with this is to figure out the 'issue' that I need you to fix in order for your sorry self to...
By Sarah Estime
Shallow Grave Stories is inspired by the lyrics composed in Kristian Matsson's debut album Shallow Grave. This first section is bred from the single I Won't Be Found. It is a part of a larger body of work that weaves the entire album into one story about a young boy living in constant thought...
A man who owns a coffee shop in a small mountain town has an interesting customer walk in the door on one freezing winter afternoon. He soon discovers that things aren't always what they seem...
By J E Hunter
To those who know what being mind-crushingly awkward is like: we have an alternate voice and through it, our mind lets us sing.
By Maximilian Dostoyesvky
A rhyming poem on writing
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Frank Sinclair
writer sitting in cafe wondering.
Short Story | Updated Jan 10, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this while I was highly intoxicated
Everybody has a path that they have been selected to follow, it is a question of whether we choose to give in to our destiny or to fight it.
By Jon Ziegler
I thought for sure that this much inspiration was surely the precursor to an earth-shaking subject matter. It hadnâ€™t even crossed my mind that I really had no ideas on deck.
By Marie Jones
The Little Girl.. who is alone.. forsaken... unknown..
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Love letter to the Southern Highlands village, Bundanoon, Australia.
On Tuesday, it will be the end of the year and the start of winter. Life keeps on moving smoothly, what with the New Society and our past destroyed, all mistakes eradicated. Except, something is stirring and Sam is restless. The Elders predict an unmanageable winter.
But in the New Society, how...
What do you feel about how you live your life? Do you feel trapped? Or free? Are you happy? These seemingly unimportant things are the most important in our puny little fragile lives. How would you want to live? Thanks for reading and any sort of feedback is appreciated :D Thanks! :)
Thought provoking poetry
Poetry | Updated Dec 27, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1