Tags Weird
Sixteen FlowersA Story by Dominik D. RitesArt to call her own, but she was no artist. |
Confetti heartsA Poem by MinorArtShe acts like she's grounded in something But lately she's liquid Takes the shape of whatever container She pours herself into It's sad Some.. |
Feeling SmallA Poem by angelineI am feeling small everytime I stand beside you You look fantastic while I look weird You are like a prince while I feel like an old pair of shoes .. |
Cat Out Of The BagA Story by CMaxwellRichard's TV starts acting up, almost the same time his cat, Rusty, does. After leaving the TV unplugged, it turns back on, flipping through channels .. |
Lou's CupcakeryA Story by CMaxwellWhy is the government after a pastry chef's top secret recipes? Why was he sentenced to life in prison? Why are Pez dispensers, greeting-card stores, .. |
Chapter 1 - QuestionsA Chapter by Guy CoccoThis place that I woke up, it wasn't normal. |
Not HumanA Book by Guy CoccoThe last thing I remember was falling asleep. Now I'm here, in this dark place. How did I get here? Why am I here? Only they know... |
EpiphanyA Story by Dominik D. RitesI called my boss this morning to tell him that I was coming to work late when something important began to unravel before me... |
A Book Full Of Random Short Stories That Have Litt..A Book by Jayloo yoReally weird |
Little TimmyA Chapter by Jayloo yoOh s**t Timmy |
Friends aren't meat.A Chapter by Lyn Andersona collab with Jon Roggie and Papaya http://www.writerscafe.org/jtrogue http://www.writerscafe.org/AnaPapaya |
I am a slave to youA Poem by Pink PastelOkay so I never did this but my imagination is strong and so then this came out. |
Lovely MillenialsA Poem by The CrowWhat the f**k are you?One who hates pictures,You know what we expectour contracts are through textOur operating hours whenever thehell we feel likeWe .. |
"Pilot"A Screenplay by Jared PayneEpisode 1 of a planned web series "Off the Stage" |
the gooA Chapter by Lyn Andersona lame attempt at sci fi poetry - thanks RAY - can I call you that? |
What Am I?A Poem by VertoAtrumI've eyes and teeth but with no need, My skin is tough and never bleeds, I speak with words but not with tongue, An empty chest that needs no lungs.. |