Writing

Chapter Twelve ~ Reminders

A Chapter by aubreydiamond

I lay awake for far too long once we’d arrived back at Amber Grove and gone to bed. Juniper’s soft snores didn't keep me awake at all, b..

Chapter Thirteen ~ Everything Changes

A Chapter by aubreydiamond

‘STOP!!!!!’ I screamed. Everything happened so quickly. ‘Aroha! You need to calm down!’ The doctor was yelling fro..

Chapter Fourteen ~ Life Goes On...

A Chapter by aubreydiamond

When you're preoccupied, time moves a lot faster than you realise, and a s**t load can happen in a single month - I was a living testament to that, ..

Pain and confusion

A Story by john Robinson

I came to a conclusion about my life. Here it is.

I fall in love too easily

A Poem by Cierra Leon

Sorry dont mistake me for a hoe.

Illicit Delicious

A Poem by Fergus

Illicit Delicious Oh, it's the deliciousness that is co-morbid with illicitness that haunts me At least until the sun has risen. A pret..

Untitled Poem - Ranting About Someone I Loved

A Poem by After Eight Dinner

Slice out the ribAnd take it to make something greaterPack the tendon in a themrosAnd write a poem for meIn the skin above my peckTell me how you feel..

Dripping Spine

A Story by After Eight Dinner

Dumb, forever numb, fantasizing bout when I was ripe as the plumDark and nasty, feeling the grass turn and twistDecade gone, we're falling off, I'm no..

Faded Suntop

A Poem by After Eight Dinner

I feel a strong sense That I've lost my friends tonightCompletely paranoid, lost inside Bleeding through my shirtTake me outside, and let me die there..

Natalie's Urges

A Story by After Eight Dinner

They signed my name to an agreement I never madeA curse, lasting me from now until my endBorne from the echoes of love, pure manipulation and liesStru..

Handycam 560X

A Story by After Eight Dinner

The walls were black with flecks of neon color, psychedelic stars in the emptiness of space. How he longed to have such simplicity. Forged by deat..

Strongarmed Redface Handloader

A Poem by After Eight Dinner

Stark naked river dancersStreaking sunburned otters run wildlyDucks burying their heads in the wheatDolphins driving tractors across interstate linesS..

The Red Dots On His Face

A Poem by Randy Johnson

My stepson was doing Meth and had red dots on his face.I told him that I don't allow drug users to live at my place.I immediately knew he was doing Me..