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1963 Shadow sensed something in the air, he hadn’t known what it was as he sat in his cell, people just walking by, not casting him a glance ..

The Night Before Manhattan was sweaty and humid, that was the best way it could be described in words. It reminded Christopher Fog of a great big s..

Chapter 3 “Here if you like you can look up all of the inmates. They are alphabetized from their last names. Their numbers and their convict..

The pounding footsteps echoed from every corner of the hall, Jessica’s lungs were feeling raw and leathery by the end of the long hallway. It wa..

Chapter 4 The candles were flickering downward and Ezra was staring concerned as the wicks died out one by one. “These are the last candle..

Just a ballad I had to vent out. It has been buzzing around in my mind for a while. It felt good to write it. - Saskia

The first night I started thinking creatively. I was 3 or 4 years old, an age I don't remember, and don't want to.

Some love poems I wrote in class today. They are all for the same person I've had a crush on for about a year. I had to get it out.

My Misery

An unborn child asks it's mother what it's life will be like once it is born.