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Ollie's escapeA Story by SoutieA man walking a collar without the dog |
My Time To RunA Poem by Reckless EtherealShould I stay or should I go? Orignal date written: July/2016 |
The Nadler hotelA Story by Haim KadmanThe first chapter of my book and thriller The Puppet. |
Ring Of FireA Story by Ioana GeorgianaWhat if you were trapped in flames and couldn't wake up? Would you choices lead to an escape, or would they point towards death? |
My Dear RealityA Poem by Grey EvanescentA personification of my runaway train |
An Indestructible BarrierA Poem by LovecraftA man has a conflict within himself. |
Chapter One: Shadows and FangsA Chapter by Daniel J. SmithKeiron Nathron and his family are hiking through the Pillarwater Forest on their journey to the capital when they run into a nightmarish creature. |
Escape from this cold worldA Poem by Ka_The streets grew colder as the night got darker and people sat in dismay around the dying fire, cursing the seasons and praying to the sun. The.. |
9. GETAWAY!A Chapter by Peter RogersonDespite its undoubted comforts, Imageous just didn't like the hospital... |
The Puppet - synopsisA Story by Haim KadmanYou may read scot free the first 3 chpaters of each of my digitally published 22 novels and thrillers, at my site with Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.. |
Outside The WindowA Story by GraceWhat it is like outside my bedroom window, and where I much rather be. |
Emancipation By means Of Jennifer LopezA Book by Joshua KnightA young man's journey into and emancipation from religion. After religion, a life with only an idealised notion of God and the good remains. This is h.. |
Hide and SeekA Story by Christen MichelleA story about a young girls struggle with abusive parents. |
Happily Ever AfterA Poem by ayejodieMarriage |
The BluesA Poem by SamikshaI don't know what to do How to make my days go true Not every moment promises content I finally sense what this always meant Counting minutes , w.. |
I SwearA Poem by KaylarkI swear one day I'll leave this town.I'll close my eyes and spin aroundUntil these friendly faces become a blurOf pinks and grays and blues.I'll point.. |