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MoonA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsCrescent moon on high, Looking down at the world true. She sees the city stars. |
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Carelessly ThoughtfulA Story by Ryan Lowrey***Work in progress*** Inner city life is never quite what you expect it to be. Especially for a small time idiot in a big time problem. |
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The Riddle of the City of GoldA Poem by N.D. ReedIt lies in a bubble sealed off from the rest, It lies on the edge of east and west. It's a city of gold and city of darkness, It's a city that lo.. |
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Oh Vathelm, the City of Vice!A Poem by N.D. ReedFrom my dark fantasy world. Vathelm is a major trading city located on the southern coast of my fictional continent. |
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Night in the CityA Poem by Marianne RoseA reflection of the sounds of the city and the sounds of nature, night-time in my city, against the backdrop of our times. |
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Red TruthA Story by reibirbA humorous short story written for this prompt: A master magician plays an elaborate prank on unsuspecting civilians. |
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The Loss of Modern PoliticsA Story by Keenan AngelThe way I see and view current politics |
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Seattle SestinaA Poem by gabiaimeeSeattle's Summer Sestina |
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London CallingA Poem by LMDunleavyThis poem is a commentary on the harshness of London life. |
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isn't it beautifulA Chapter by Lyn AndersonEver see a painting or photograph of just the dirty old city and love it? This is my take on that |
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Our Cherry Wine AnthemA Poem by stargirl23raise your glass in all your ruddiness this is our song our cherry wine anthem the one that would play each soirée undernea.. |
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UnderbergA Story by Jason DamstraA very brief scrap of a very hungry city. |
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City lightsA Story by Dean HammondThe short story city lights was written in the spur of the moment when I was feeling down one day. |
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City Folk and Starbucks GirlA Poem by Kaylee AprilWhat the hell is happening to mei've gotten small i've gotten weakso used to having you aroundI forgot about my faithi forgot about my strengthyou too.. |
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Ode to New YorkA Poem by A.K.Most of this doesn't rhyme, and I'm not entirely happy about it-but it's the closest I could come to describing my experience of NYC. |
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Knoxville MorningsA Poem by Hunter H.A Haiku inspired by a scene that I see play out over and over again from my office window. |
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Drawnness (The Foreword)A Story by Denis VodyakhinThe designer of the city is The Human-God named The Animator.His wish was to create darkness, the fine breeding ground of prospering crime preying on .. |
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