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The BankA Story by GaardAn unfinished short story about a historian/treasure hunter uncovering a secret tunnel. One of my 30 minute writing exercises. |
Lo and Behold!A Poem by Faith MairiThe world of grasslands being overrun into a world of pavement and concrete. |
City Of LightsA Poem by Giulia King. . .It's 2 am and she's wide awake.Staring at the moonlight,coming in from her windowpane.Her mind is racing and her thoughts are haunting her.He's a.. |
SalzburgA Poem by Andre PetersonJust stay awake until the time finally arrives.With the Glockenspiel in time with the clock, I'll find the answer I am looking for.Hours after returni.. |
BuzzA Poem by Ling WawaDays drift by like shadows before I can catch a glimpseI look at my hand and try to remember the feeling of your fingers between mine.Icy air passes t.. |
DystopiaA Book by RavenWelcome to the perfect imperfection. Where murder, mayhem, poverty, pestilence and all things degenerate thrive and are left to their instruments. Wel.. |
Episode 2 - Escloeopia - The Taken CityA Chapter by Luke SteedTold from the perspective of a resident of Escloeopia |
The 411 CabbieA Story by Eleah RuffinThis is a short story I wrote for my Creative Writing class. It was inspired from a prompt I had found when trying to find an idea. Our stories could .. |
On The BalconyA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis poem is a reflection upon life's meaning. To set the tone, please listen to this in the background: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gb-fQ_9UUMo |
What I SeeA Poem by TyWhat I See |
ColumbusA Book by Stephen CaldwellA story of a city on the rampant seas that springs forth in abundance and elegance. |
Binoy Nazareth Journeys Through the City of Nazare..A Story by Binoy NazarethIn this article, Binoy Nazareth who loves to travel has described a list of some of Nazareth basic treasures that survived the developing times. |
Dallas From the DistanceA Poem by Carl TeegerstromI wrote this poem while driving through Dallas and seeing how ugly the city is. I apologize in advance to people from Dallas. |
The CityA Poem by Stacy PurvisI waited for you ‘til a quarter past threeSitting cross-legged under a maple treeOn the corner of Main and some number downtownI sat there waiti.. |