Writing

Rock Bottom

A Story by Dark_Hearts

This is an excerpt from an actual story I'm writing. It's a metaphor for depression and it hints to suicide (NOT ENCOURAGING IT). If this may trigger ..

Of Sandwiches And Mold (Title Requested By Tyler)

A Poem by Madeleine Celeste

Tyler Cady, have your request for a terrible sandwich poem FULFILLED! I will take requests for anything, I just might not follow through. But here I d..

Darkness

A Story by Dark_Hearts

This is the story I wrote. It's half true (my story). Again, very triggering so if you are at risk, please don't read.

[The warmth of the sun in winter]

A Poem by L.M. Hanewald

The warmth of the sun in winterAgainst the white, and colorless skyBeats down incredible fervencyAs the cold wind tries to chill it away.Through the s..

The wind

A Poem by AllauraRose

Just a short poem about life and how you are surprised every day.

Sleep

A Poem by AllauraRose

I have never actually written something so short, but I guess this works...

Swinging

A Poem by AllauraRose

This is about swinging on a swing set, just to clarify any confusion.

Rainstorm

A Poem by The Pilgrim

The thunder fills the empty space until he is deafened by it, and he cowers beneath cotton mountains in a futile attempt to escape the noise. Bu..

Stargazing

A Poem by The Pilgrim

There is no other choice to be made. The Universe has made it clear that you are mine and I am yours until the end of time, until the stars fa..

The Box

A Stage Play by Riley Rydin

"Every proverbial brick of these walls contains something from your past you haven’t dealt with. Once resolved, the brick will disappear and you..

The Asylum

A Book by Alexandra W

A psychological story that blurs the lines of reality to show the best and worst of humanity, and the darkness of the mind.

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.

Dancing with the Devil

A Poem by Ally Ann

I have done the waltz with the devil,his feet move like rain.He swept me off of my feetand spun me until I felt no pain.He asked me to dancewith a gra..

Broken Cup

A Poem by Angela Sparks

A coffee cup,some can stay brand new,Only worn on the inside from age and use,The nicks away from outside eyes,Other cups,They are dropped,They are tr..