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sweet dreamsA Poem by ochanIn an effort to prolong whatever eternal damnation I was plummeting towards, I sought every way to bury myself deeper. The easiest routes are more oft.. |
Most effective techniques for escalating tomato ve..A Story by ShyhonundGenerally the fresh new tomatoes will taste superb rather than acquiring it within the outside retailers. |
Who these eyes belong toA Story by San Herman Lopez a.k.a. S..A short look into me. |
All Into Dust Unto Dust We Return,A Chapter by Finiat Venuint AdhucHere is the beginning of it all. |
I am..,A Poem by MaskedthoughtsI am a dragon fly in the night Zipping through the brisk air Roaming about not giving a care I am a butterfly in the night Flying around without.. |
Sure footA Poem by UoaMy soles are not sore anymoreHealed wholly from the heel spurs that caused me toMiss gym class consistently in the sixth grade.(That was a year plague.. |
WatchedA Poem by Luke LIt came with a slap in the faceA laceration to the cheek tissueAs his nose vacuumed pixie sticksTrying to emulate his father, silly kidSitting on a co.. |
When We Were KidsA Story by kerikilHave you ever counted the things you had lost growing up? |
8. alwayslandA Chapter by Jordan Williamswe think it a wise investmentfor the future to stay in the presentyou should be more practicalnot so concerned with things magicalyou should make some.. |
Piano ManA Poem by i.am.the.sun.So Billy Joel's Piano Man has been stuck in my head all day. a line in it sparked this, and the main melody was in mind for writing this... which make.. |
Corduroy PantsA Poem by CosminDZS"It was there where I found myself hitting sticks against the branches" |
Chapter 1A Chapter by SusieMy seventeen year old self tasted the slightly chlorinated body in the atmosphere and breathed in the chemical. It was a perfect summer evening, and I.. |
Lost LoveA Poem by Charlie McEwanHearts still beating |
Currently Untitled.A Story by Antonia PerduOnce again dreams are everything. |
Growing PainsA Story by tamemeiAnother story about loss, with a twist and a pinch of the insanity that lies within all of us. An embellished truth. |
FallA Poem by AshleyThe colors start to blur, like a painter changing scenes. The leaves begin to fall producing an unfamiliar melody.The wind becomes irrational scr.. |