Writing

One Day, Two Days, Three Days, Four

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..

Life, if you can call it life, after losing a wife of 49 years ...

Quietly Within The Earth

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..

That stupid son of a b***h who said, "Time heals all wounds," never lost someone whom he loved as life itself ...

A Loss Leading to Addiction

A Poem by Sidian

I see you as clear as day.So clear I think I can touch you.I remember everything about you,Every little memory with you.I see you out of the corner of..

Haunted

A Poem by Ghostgirl333

A room This room This chamber This cell Alone Awash in nothingness Lying here Surrounded by the sharp edges of the dark Softened subtly by the..

The Barefoot Rambler

A Book by Tertia

With pursuers close on her heels, Celine questions her decision to escape the compound and blindly heads north-east searching for the fabled Ultra-com..

Chapter 1 ⭐️ The Azimuth of Summer

A Chapter by Tertia

The Barefoot Rambler Celine walked from south to north carrying a well-used green and black rucksack on her back. She swept around hills and cascad..

Chapter 2 ⭐️ Shadow Man

A Chapter by Tertia

The Barefoot Rambler The dark and distant voices were closer and had spread out, they were closing in, it was only a matter of time she thought. Sh..

Chapter 3 ⭐️ Q

A Chapter by Tertia

The Barefoot Rambler There were flashes of lights in the sky, like a dull firework display behind the clouds and lightning in the open air. They we..

Chapter 4 ⭐️ Dog Killed Badly

A Chapter by Tertia

The Barefoot Rambler The winds blew that dull Saturday away, but what was the point of keeping a diary? One day was the same as another, there was ..

Chapter 5 ⭐️ Full Circle

A Chapter by Tertia

The Barefoot Rambler 1 Fiona and Jack hadn’t made it because Fiona had gone back to Lanthrone to ‘so-say’ collect something u..

Angel

A Poem by Insatiable Writer

To the one still I love the most in this world, some days your absence ruins me more than I'd like to admit.

Lost at Sea

A Story by elwelcs

Luciano stood in the midst of the party, the sounds of music and conversation and laughter swirling around him. Parties were overstimulating, they wa..

A hand simply out of reach

A Poem by Hayden McCain

Well my main rule in writing poetry is a poem is like an arrow it has to have a sharp clear point in order to be effective . And the point or lesson i..