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A Little Nap

A Little Nap

A Poem by Sylvia Chika


A tale of a sleep-deprived driver...
Sleepy Hollow: The Month of Krampus

Sleepy Hollow: The Month of Krampus

A Story by Nathaniel Rego


Since saving Abby from the underworld after defeating Hades the Greek god of the dead, Crane, herself, and Jenny experience a series of cases linked t..
Smitten with Sleep

Smitten with Sleep

A Poem by A.A. Poindexter


The struggle is real
Sleepy Santa Cruz

Sleepy Santa Cruz

A Poem by gabiaimee


One of my favorite places
In Desperate Need of a Power Nap

In Desperate Need of a Power Nap

A Poem by Mitch


a humorous look at the latter half of some of my days
Grey Moon

Grey Moon

A Poem by Tiffani Rose


Today was a grey moonGrey, unhappy, coldIts also winterA Gay winter i was toldbut that my dear,falsenever could it be the moreits dead and never-moreH..
Upon a Wilted Rose

Upon a Wilted Rose

A Poem by Tiarra


Upon the petals of a wilted rose, You may read the tales of all its woes. Lifeless veins, their secrets kept. They silently watched as their handle..
Rockabye darling.

Rockabye darling.

A Poem by sarahsara


Just a little something I came up with last night. It still needs alot of work. If you guys have any ideas of how to improve it please feel free to sh..
Sleepless Night

Sleepless Night

A Poem by Ryan Greenham


A depiction of what it is like to suffer insomnia
Sleepy

Sleepy

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..


Agathion is a form of spirit or familiar if you wondering why I ended with that. Just so you don't have to look it up yourself. Oh, and they like pots..
FB4-27 "Hypnotizing Tyr"

FB4-27 "Hypnotizing Tyr"

A Chapter by dw817


"Why yes, I suppose. But in order for this magic trick to work, I need you to concentrate on this. Can I have you do that, sweetie ?" Umeya then pu..
Peachy

Peachy

A Poem by Lale


- How are you doing?"I feel hot iron in my throat burning my soul as I breathe And when I lay in my bed to sleepmy chest tightensHow am I doing? I'm s..
Being Watched

Being Watched

A Story by R J Fuller


Do we really know what we see at night, even when we see it?
IRIS’S QUIET SLEEP

IRIS’S QUIET SLEEP

A Story by Peter Rogerson


Iris is old. And dead.

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