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Too Late

Too Late

A Story by Oh Wow, Lovely.


Everything's is all the same. Everyone is the same. All the sympathy, it getstiringafter awhile. It all means nothing after the tenth person says the..
Today was...

Today was...

A Poem by IAmACathedral


Today wasshittythen shittierthen happythen shittythen happierthen nothing.I still feel like s**t though.
In the Cover of Dark

In the Cover of Dark

A Story by Kelly


Then, in a flash and a sputtering of electricity, the monotonous video died, leaving the class in utter d..
I murdered a child

I murdered a child

A Poem by Adelise Eclair


that child was me....
The Way It Was

The Way It Was

A Poem by Krista Weiss


This is a song about wishing nothing ever changed. Hope you like it! The hidden message is: What went wrong?
My pockets were full of razors

My pockets were full of razors

A Poem by VeeTrix words


What I was and who I am.
This Can Be the Beginning of........

This Can Be the Beginning of........

A Story by Easter3


Creating New Worlds takes Courage, Strength and Endurance
You Turn into Displeasure

You Turn into Displeasure

A Poem by kera moondust


This was created via random facebook status's of mine, via http://what-would-i-say.com/ =) Enjoy. I love it
Was eve?

Was eve?

A Story by MADAM


The story of eve in a different light. What happened when she actually bit the apple?
The Meadow Was Green

The Meadow Was Green

A Story by kerikil


Imagine this.You are at the world’s end. All the tall buildings we built were demolished to crumbs. The animals are fleeing from civilization. H..
It Was Here That I Saw

It Was Here That I Saw

A Poem by James Ramsay


It was here that I saw Bleeding red and skin raw, My whole generation Lying dead on the floor. Eyes bubble to ..
The Nun with a Gun

The Nun with a Gun

A Poem by Cleavlnd Groves


The poem is about a nun with her gun.
Broken Temperatures

Broken Temperatures

A Book by callofgaming


Ezekiel was a nice and kind person. But when a mysterious outbreak makes the dead reanimate and kill the living, can he keep his beliefs of what he th..
You were.

You were.

A Poem by Pixieblue


You were the stars,my moon and the light it produced,you were my entire galaxy.You were the morning,and the reason i would wake up,you were the sunris..
Sound

Sound

A Poem by Daniel Sutheran


"The composer is dead."A persistent, rhythmic throbbing - true sound.If this is the only result of a lifetime of searching,then the search shouldn't h..
I Was A Bubble

I Was A Bubble

A Poem by Emily


I had a dream that I was a bubble