Tags : Wine

Morbo - in editing

Morbo - in editing

A Story by Venefica Tenebrae


Death. Fascinating? Satisfying? They are among us. Inconspicuous, coy, men, women, blue-eyed, brown-haired, long-legged, wearing glasses. They h..
Our Cherry Wine Anthem

Our Cherry Wine Anthem

A Poem by stargirl23


raise your glass in all your ruddiness this is our song our cherry wine anthem the one that would play each soirée undernea..
Wine

Wine

A Poem by TheLonelyArtist


Lips begin to tingle,The cold takes over,Soulful merry jingle,My consciousness is sober.Thoughts evaporate,Unsaid words are spilled,Tongues compensate..
A Conversation

A Conversation

A Story by Marina


Two o f my heroes talking with each other about life.
Jesus and his wine

Jesus and his wine

A Poem by Marina


Sadly, not a true story. Also, in case someone is offended know that it's not my problem. I am just having fun!
Chaotic Drips

Chaotic Drips

A Story by Blake Francis


Viewing an abstract painting stirs varying emotions, Thomas Berry knows that all too well.
Who we could have been

Who we could have been

A Story by Willbutler


A short story I wrote several years ago at about three in the morning after several excursions into a bottle of wine which I probably meant to be a lo..
Addiction

Addiction

A Poem by Grey Evanescent


You know it's killing you, but you just don't stop
Just For Two

Just For Two

A Poem by Michael Iam Bone


This poem is about french stereotypes. :}D
For the Love of a Wine Dahlia

For the Love of a Wine Dahlia

A Story by Kaybrie93


Amery Beau is a young girl stricken by grief, who falls in love with a boy equally damaged by the world. This is a tragic story of love, secrets, lies..
Wine & Antidepressants

Wine & Antidepressants

A Story by JesseMacabre


A piece I wrote as an insert for my novel.
The Eiffel Tower's Where I Sit

The Eiffel Tower's Where I Sit

A Poem by Ty


The Eiffel Tower's Where I Sit
6 Seconds

6 Seconds

A Poem by solitare


It's6.06pm.There's a hum in my head. Dullish but progressively growing louder by the minute. Faster. More persistent. Then begins to echo, vibrantly.I..
Thy Lips

Thy Lips

A Poem by Michael G. Smith


Edits, inspirations and collaboration by/with YumnaKayThy lips, Wet roses; milk pink.Pillows, silks and sighs... sounds of a river’s dance,sof..
Shattered dreams on bloodied sheets

Shattered dreams on bloodied sheets

A Poem by Gee


Just another notch on the bedpost

Compartment 114
Compartment 114
The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...