Writing

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A Chapter by Ignacious Lamont Crowley

The tranquil apartment was silent except for the creek like hum of the refrigerator. Like the crack from a hunter’s rifle, the phone inte..

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A Chapter by Ignacious Lamont Crowley

The wooden match flared to life, touched the tip of the cigarette. The only light in the room came from the computer monitor. He blew out the ma..

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A Chapter by Ignacious Lamont Crowley

Cold coffee is incredibly bitter. It tastes only a step better than bile. But if you need to stay up late or wake up early cold coffee does the..

The Creature

A Story by Ignacious Lamont Crowley

Actually the begining of a larger story

Love Doctor

A Poem by SPF

I’m the love doctor, next patient please.I’m here to try and cure you of your deteriorating diseaseWhat seems to be the problem? Torn soul..

Quiet Feet

A Poem by SPF

The unrelenting mirrorScreams my every flawThrows at me a piercing jeerAnd to my knees I fallTo the kitchen, quiet feetTo seize my kind of drugFor hou..

The Imposter at Deaths Door

A Poem by oh,hey.

My nan she started forgettingThis disease it had no cureNow so many years laterMy nan is at Deaths DoorShe wasn't my nan, not reallyMy nan shenever sw..

Possession

A Poem by GuardianZack

I feel you there inside of meMelting away my realityEating away at my sanityEveryday my hands are stainedWith truths you never told meYour blurred ima..

The Dirt Everyone Ignores

A Poem by SamanthaSweeney

Is this what it is like to feel the claws of addiction grasp you? Or just the guilt afterwards... the sensation in the moment? Not all addicts are ..

One Hour Speed Write III

A Story by アキス&..

You know exactly what this is. This one is from the perspective of a crow. I listened to this as I wrote: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDDE..

Sin -- A Spiritual Disease, Not a Moral Failing

A Story by Bishop R. Joseph Owles

Stop thinking of sin as a moral failing and start thinking of it as a spiritual illness. We do not "choose" to sin any more than someone with ca..

Blood Disease

A Poem by Vria P Crow

Why must I be so sensitive?

CFS

A Story by stargaze

A short story that describes my battle with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

Do not ask of me, my love!

A Poem by Darkblushedink

Do not ask of me, my love,that love i once had for you,.There was a time whenLife was bright and young and blooming,And you sorrow was much more thana..