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Candy

Candy

A Story by Naomi Bloom


A short piece about my obsession with candy during my childhood.
Hard Core Chapter One

Hard Core Chapter One

A Chapter by ElizabethAmBurns


Anoir discovers the last magic wielder alive.
Williams Waffle

Williams Waffle

A Story by Naomi Bloom


A short story about my trip to Williams for a waffle.
MOUNT GAY RUM

MOUNT GAY RUM

A Poem by COLLYMORE


The genius of Barbadian entrepreneurial spirit and business acumen.
Cookies

Cookies

A Poem by Taylor


Cookies are sweet, warm, gooey, and an amzing sensation.
Ant

Ant

A Poem by zainul


Upset by the horror caused by ants that plundered into my computer
Sugar-coated Tongues

Sugar-coated Tongues

A Poem by The Fiddley Scrawler - A ..


Of pretense and outward show... Scrawled On: Wedneday, 25th April 2012
TASTE

TASTE

A Poem by kublakhan27


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Detective Paulson In:  Sweet Tooth

Detective Paulson In: Sweet Tooth

A Story by Lukie LeDoux


A detective in ficitonal Center City attempts to solve a grisly murder and discovers a bizarre culprit.
Lost Highway

Lost Highway

A Poem by Michael G. Smith


Traveling down an old road
TRANSCRIPT: THE DARK ANGEL CASE (CLARE LERMAN)

TRANSCRIPT: THE DARK ANGEL CASE (CLARE LERMAN)

A Poem by kublakhan27


Please read the comments first. 12 23 13
Jaffa Slumber

Jaffa Slumber

A Chapter by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


Jaffa Cakes
Sinister Sickly Sweet

Sinister Sickly Sweet

A Poem by Sophie McN


This is a poem I wrote quite a while ago. Its free verse and still pretty rough. Please leave feedback! I love really indepth comments about what you ..
I Gave Up Sugar For Lent

I Gave Up Sugar For Lent

A Poem by Colette


I gave up sugarFor LentForty days seem farBut I won't bendIt's funny howOne can dependOn one thing thatDoesn't really helpI gave up sugarAnd as I did,..
Fat, Sick and Addicted To Sugar

Fat, Sick and Addicted To Sugar

A Chapter by T. Howell


A young woman's attempt to overcome the lure of sweet treats
Layla

Layla

A Poem by Amelia Pagliaro


Things seem muffled:A frustrated softness.And kind of blurry?I don't know.Anyways, there's dirt in the creases of my handsand it's stuck there.I can h..