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PrologueA Chapter by misfit_joker“Whud’da ya want fromme?” John yells in a drunken, slur throwing his, now, almost drained bottle of Jack into the dar.. |
Chapter 1A Chapter by misfit_jokerGasping for air as if he’d been shoved in a pool by surprise and finally broke the surface, John finds himself right where he las.. |
Chapter 2A Chapter by misfit_joker“Thank God,” John says exhaling all the air in his lungs. Pressing his back against the glass door, he gently slides downward- causing t.. |
Chapter 3A Chapter by misfit_jokerHey Ben. Yeah? Let’s make a pact, just between us two. What’s a pact, John? It means once we make the pact, neit.. |
Chapter 4A Chapter by misfit_joker“God d****t! You stupid b*****d!” swears John at the top of his lungs; removing the giant of a needle from his eye gushing a fountain of.. |
A Broken HeartA Poem by N.T.HarenbergLonelyIs the road aheadWhich road I cannot takeBecause FamiliarIs the path behindA path that's now socommonYetBrokenIs my heart at handWhich led to th.. |
RealityA Poem by Dhrit KhonaA poem I wrote! |
The WandererA Poem by A.H."Wanderer", whispered deep within the windsAll still as stone, all as frozen limbVoid surrounds this lonely soulNo friend to be found, no voice to be .. |
Window of HopeA Poem by Neythan CardosoHave you ever felt like there was no other way out? |
The LabyrinthA Poem by BlackClawJust a quick poem I wrote today. |
The Path I've Stumbled UponA Story by AlecIt has been quite a while since I've last written here, so here's a short narration of some of my current restless thoughts, hopeful it will be the be.. |
TiredA Poem by hiddenflowermy midnight epiphany. |
Home Sweet HomeA Story by Ioana GeorgianaHome cannot be defined as something singular. It can be anything: a roof over your head, a warm shelter in the freezing winter months. Home is a safe .. |
Self-DiscoveryA Poem by Ian FarawayI wrote this after reading a little bit into what a "spiritual journey" is all about. It's not as easy as everyone seems to think. |
Cross RoadsA Story by TheVoiceOfTruthAt a point where one must decide between whether to decide for yourself or let the universe decide for you. |
The Man I Never Met on the BusA Poem by Lindsey GraceI saw you on the bus yesterday.The first thing I saw was your leather jacketThe one with the orange patchYour hair was golden brownAnd its waves fell .. |
Everything SaidA Poem by Alfred Kukitzsilence's tongue |
The JourneyA Poem by Antoñyo~ writing exercise and contest poem ~ |