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Untamed Magic

Untamed Magic

A Book by Rida Humayun


I may seem like a normal human but I'm not. I'm completely new at this thing. And along with that I have to learn how to control myself without destro..
Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Rida Humayun


Everything was going the same way as every other day. Well almost. One thing had been different and that was my dream last night. But dreams were alwa..
Barrier To The Bones

Barrier To The Bones

A Poem by J.Sin


2017.10.27 – Banská Bystrica, Slovakia – 23:11pm
Water

Water

A Story by Audrey B


Just a piece i randomly wrote....
Forts from Floor-Vents

Forts from Floor-Vents

A Story by miahstr


We used to make forts from floor vents. Their cloth carapace: the sun stars and moon that was my 7 year old bed covers. The sheets billowing out from ..
Dark Impulses

Dark Impulses

A Story by R.J.Ashton


A piece of creative writing centred around an alternate dreaming experience, exploring the unconscious mind and the impulses that are contained within..
Blazing Fire

Blazing Fire

A Story by R.J.Ashton


A piece of creative writing in which the building and its contents represents the memory of another person.
Ode to the Winter

Ode to the Winter

A Poem by Wesley L Dingler


It is in this kind of weather You grab life by the feather-- Not by the horn --you’ll get tattered and torn, ..
Writing Prompts Editions by SachikoMochiko

Writing Prompts Editions by SachikoMochiko

A Book by SachikoMochiko


The whole ongoing collection!
The Hole

The Hole

A Story by M


A metaphor for how we can all get stuck in life, at some point, in many different ways.
Tinted Glasses

Tinted Glasses

A Story by R.J.Ashton


A piece of creative writing exploring a pleasant dreaming experience.
The Art of Writing...

The Art of Writing...

A Poem by SachikoMochiko


Why should you write? Why do you write? Does there even need to be a reason to do so?
A Tale Will Tell

A Tale Will Tell

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


He was only a simple storytellerBut looked much like a clown,He wore red, yellow and jingle bellsWhen coming to our town,He’d sit outside by the..
The Past Is Something Else

The Past Is Something Else

A Poem by Earl Schumacker


Elevated thoughts

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