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Episode Two:Burnt Metal

Episode Two:Burnt Metal

A Chapter by ShaneBerry


Terron must weld and hammer his own blade...how will he choose to make his?
three. mornings.

three. mornings.

A Chapter by freelancejouster


i slept furtively,but awake to himclimbing in beside me.a kiss to my neck,and an arm around my waist,as he murmurs a good morning,and pulls me closer...
Hush the Distant Roar of Darkness

Hush the Distant Roar of Darkness

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


Where sweetness separates each breath...........
sandy morning

sandy morning

A Poem by Victoria


The silence laps at the waters edge make me feel one with something.The gentle morning sun caresses the cheek of a running child. The tainted air and ..
Hookers and Toothpaste

Hookers and Toothpaste

A Story by Daniel Atkinson


The morning after.
One Year In

One Year In

A Poem by _mal


Off white blank expanse that reminds me of me every morning when I open my eyes and try to remember the black of the inside of my eyelids, s..
Monday morning blues

Monday morning blues

A Poem by the_stoic


a feeling that we all have experienced and dread like anything ..
Somewhere the Morning

Somewhere the Morning

A Poem by kdpgrahi


The flow of thoughts generally rule the morning moods.
2am

2am

A Poem by AndyJCash


I had ten minutes spare between revision, so I thought I'd write a quick clutter of words and call it a poem.
In The Morning of Our Lives

In The Morning of Our Lives

A Poem by Lindsay


This is a poem I wrote for my high school English class. Considering I had to follow certain guidelines it's not exactly how I wanted it, but I figure..
Predawn Darkness

Predawn Darkness

A Poem by Nath


If you think about it, you will realize this poem is not as hopeful as it seems to be. Can you tell?
awake again

awake again

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson


guilt. paranoia. all that jazz.
Spring Morning Haiku

Spring Morning Haiku

A Poem by dragonflyrider


A collection of Spring Haiku
Forgotten Toys

Forgotten Toys

A Poem by Alexander Emberson


I don't think we know how real we all are.
Chapter 10: The Wolf, The Deceiver, The Son of the Morning

Chapter 10: The Wolf, The Deceiver, The Son of the..

A Chapter by ObsidianSea


I've met the likes of you before, you broken and tired few chosen by your weak and feeble savior. Your will means nothing without your precious and id..