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A piece of cake

A piece of cake

A Story by Haim Kadman


By Haim Kadman 3 Hartsfeld st. Gedera - Israel Email: [email protected] Words count: 2802 A piece of cake Cap..
Chapter One: Raven

Chapter One: Raven

A Chapter by Adam M. Snow


Think of this story like Skyrim, but with steampunk added to it. There's elves, orcs, ogre, dragons and all other mythical creatures and new ones as w..
O Fragile Heart

O Fragile Heart

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


This mechanical heart, beating slowly -- imperfectly. Such fragile, like glass
The Sapphire Chronicles

The Sapphire Chronicles

A Book by Adam M. Snow


Think of this story like Skyrim, but with steampunk added to it. There's elves, orcs, ogre, dragons and all other mythical creatures and new ones as w..
Palm of My Hand

Palm of My Hand

A Poem by Ty


Palm of My Hand
Clarity

Clarity

A Poem by Ally Ann


Sometimes choosing to be medicated feels like failure but sometimes it is necessary
Summer Rains in Blue

Summer Rains in Blue

A Poem by dancingsky


Summer, love, you were the one who got away.
The High Priestess

The High Priestess

A Poem by Laura Kate


Strings of wind play with her hair A bright new path maintains her stare Sharp stones scratch beneath bare feet True destiny is hers to greet. F..
Empty Baths

Empty Baths

A Poem by Laura Kate


I cried for you so muchthat I drained myself dry. no energy left to close the plug I watch the remnants of myself disappear do..
The constant

The constant

A Poem by Ève


The stillness of change has spoken,for their brand newlife,but not the stars across the wide-openand the never-ending strife.It follows through steady..
Yours Truly

Yours Truly

A Poem by Laura Kate


Expectations.They don’t exist.Everything is an illusion.Untie yourselffrom the stringsbinding you tightly to no-thing.Remove yourselffrom ..
the only picture I can paint is a canvas half empty

the only picture I can paint is a canvas half empt..

A Poem by Kimberly Anastasia


sometimes I think of you when I'm entwined in the vines that grow in my head,when they spill from the garden in which they were sownand strangle me wi..
Architect of frase

Architect of frase

A Poem by Mrudula Rani


Inspired by Einstein Noodle's, A winter Poem.
When I Was Her Age

When I Was Her Age

A Poem by angryCactus


I shouldn't be jealousof her.She has her whole life ahead of hers, and I have mine.We both have decades left to create ourselves.She is full of life a..