Tags Drug
LingerA Poem by Ender Mckenzie(Rewritten) You sunk in my skin, you flew through my blood |
The Motel DealA Story by Scott PusateriFour men attempting to make an entrance to the drug business go to make a deal with the Mexican Mafia at a secluded motel room. Began as part of a big.. |
in my headA Chapter by jamie rawsonAfter Wilfred had made my bed, in a way only he knows how, I laid my tired head to rest reaching for this supposed blood substance. I treated it like .. |
addictionA Chapter by jamie rawsonmore about the drug |
Debriefing Gabriel UsurielA Story by OctaviaSo, are you going to ruin this heart with the drugs, too? Or are you done endangering my starship by behaving like an angsty teenager? |
Heroin{e}A Poem by Namo Multispeciality Dent..Heroin{e} a blank page, just where i began. a blank page, inked up with bad decisions. none of them i regret, b.. |
HimA Story by Michael Iam BoneThis is an allegory for what it was and is like for me to live with OCD. To set the tone, please listen to this in the background while reading: htt.. |
Memory as DrugA Poem by alexalikeswordsa ghazal about how memory can haunt us |
From HellA Poem by ShanewesleyChelsea Grin |
Reality (The Windowed House)A Story by EJ's HorrorTwo of the most horrorible things we Humans can endure in life; the first is Puberty, the second is the worst Reality. What is your reality? |
Monster of the New AgeA Story by EJ's HorrorIn the 21st centrury, science told us 'There was no such thing as Monsters'. Did we create them or was it our digital era? |
Lust & TemptationA Story by EJ's HorrorWe've all been tempted by desire. A taste of the forbidden fruit and the lust of a young Man's sexual desire and how it had shaped the lives of all th.. |
Hunter Hunted (The Painting Monster)A Story by EJ's HorrorBe wary of venturing on to Tribal land or any place deemed forbidden. The Traditional owners may not be so forgiving... |
Get High or Horse?A Story by EJ's HorrorKane and Belle, whose friendship is in turmoil have agreed to go for a Magic-Mushroom pick, but sometimes picking the wrong Shroom isn't the only dang.. |
heartbreak as a drug dealerA Poem by jbi meet him(because,of course,he is a man-mid twenties,thin -with ribssticking outlikeparkbenches- andyellow-toothed)in the darkat first.i gowhen no on.. |
EscapeA Poem by Martha ElizabethAt this street corner with brisk wind brushing against my skin, Left with these torturous thoughts that come from w.. |
The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
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