Tags : literature

The Stars are Mine

The Stars are Mine

A Poem by Christine


Mm, yeah. A quick poem. Not sure what type it is. Tried to ghostwrite sylvia plath, but then it morphed into my style
Tumbling Down

Tumbling Down

A Book by Sarah Lynn


A fictional teen drama loosely based on a true story. Names, Places, and Situations have been changed to protect the guilty. All lyrics belong t..
Last Station

Last Station

A Story by Courtney


She laughed at the irony, wondering if she wasn't in a movie.
2

2

A Chapter by Kasey Klein


2ELDER WOULDN’Tlet go, and I was like a dog with an old sock. Before the week was out, we had a meeting, t..
Living Death

Living Death

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


Rotyo was both dead and alive. It's an interesting predicament.
Luminous

Luminous

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


Jeiveive's world is different, yet so very similar to our own. (A continuation of a series I'm probably calling 'A God's Guardian', which starts with ..
Imminution

Imminution

A Chapter by Aaron Shively


... This is just too weird to describe. It is the continuation of my short story miniseries 'epic sci fi/fantasy' attempt which just evolved into a mu..
Under the rug

Under the rug

A Story by Neas Nihil


exploring
One

One

A Chapter by Belator Books


Molly Callahan and her grandfather set out on the long and dangerous journey to America, but first they say goodbye to Ireland.
The Death of the Word

The Death of the Word

A Poem by Maya


It cannot be undone, it cannot resuscitate, it died intestate, after a wordless agony. It consumed itself... words burn words and the ashes were ca..
Meaning for What?

Meaning for What?

A Story by Sam


What are the questions we seek, answers we find, meaning for anything?
Greenapple Mornings

Greenapple Mornings

A Poem by Christine


Just a little thing I wrote
Waiting For Signals

Waiting For Signals

A Poem by Mike Davies


Sing it to me, that song in the veinspoured from your lipsacross the circuit of timeSing it to me, that sweet octave so pureexciting the Earthto move ..
Your Song

Your Song

A Poem by Mike Davies


I have come here to salute youTo honour and revere youTo applaud you until my palms burn soreTo walk fully in the wisdom you have givenYou are immacul..
The Language of Fire

The Language of Fire

A Poem by Mike Davies


As this day ends and before I sleepI will go to the fireI have burning in the other roomAnd switch off the lightI crouch down before itThe heat seems ..