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ESCAPE AT NIGHT

ESCAPE AT NIGHT

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson


A quiet dbate in the pitch black of a horse-drawn coach at night.
The Shape of Jazz to Come

The Shape of Jazz to Come

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the painso sharp it drains the color from one's..
a Mother's Nature

a Mother's Nature

A Poem by Annak05


To My Loved Ones part 1 of 3. Written to family members shortly before moving abroad, and having to leave them behind.
To my Brother

To my Brother

A Poem by Annak05


To My Loved Ones part 2 of 3. Written to family members shortly before moving abroad, and having to leave them behind.
Pappa

Pappa

A Poem by Annak05


To My Loved Ones part 3 of 3. Written to family members shortly before moving abroad, and having to leave them behind.
The Society

The Society

A Story by Max the Merc


A young man has won his first ever duel by just more than luck, but wins like this may draw the attention of unexpected foes...
Nosebleed

Nosebleed

A Story by C.E.M.


A lost girl in a big city, on the eve of her 18th birthday, goes to a show instead of celebrating and ends up witnessing a horrible accident, and a hu..
(II) A SCARLET NIGHT

(II) A SCARLET NIGHT

A Story by Pale Moon


Two bounty hunters or so called Swords find themselves in a bad situation and prepared themselves for Inevitable.
For Pendula

For Pendula

A Story by C.E.M.


A post-nuclear Kansas, where a boy and his father live with tension, regret, and a lonely secret, rotting in a cage on the first floor.
BAPTISM BY FIRE by Rïén Kelso

BAPTISM BY FIRE by Rïén Kelso

A Poem by splattercore


BAPTISM BY FIREby Rïén KelsoThrown to the wolves,And every bite, my flesh tears me.Tears me apart from this vicious life,That I’m in..
(II) A SCARLET NIGHT

(II) A SCARLET NIGHT

A Chapter by Pale Moon


Two bounty hunters or so called Swords find themselves in a bad situation and prepared themselves for Inevitable.
Amicidist

Amicidist

A Story by Dominik D. Rites


There was this kid on my street...