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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A Chapter by Kelly


Dallas's P.O.V.
Bruised

Bruised

A Poem by Lydia Jamison


I knew I shouldn't have looked up,Right when I knew I had enough,And in fact it might have been too muchOf a good thing.But what am I saying?My heart ..
Still He Remains Forgotten

Still He Remains Forgotten

A Poem by Willow B. Coldfeather


A dying soldier, who might have been able to be treated, had war not been accepted in our society.
Landmine

Landmine

A Poem by Roseanne W.


From one to another, I do not learn. . .
JVL: Chapter Twenty-Four

JVL: Chapter Twenty-Four

A Chapter by r


Swift Rain went hunting again, refusing to let her move around at all when they took breaks, which was a lot more often considering he'd overtaken the..
Coffee Shop “Hero”

Coffee Shop “Hero”

A Poem by Arly Parent


There's a limp in his step a stutter <thuh-dump thuh-dump> He's a mess. Shambling over, ambling over, to the front counter...
Montpellier WA, 2167

Montpellier WA, 2167

A Story by Elaenor Aisling


My attempt at a post-apocolyptic zombie story. Written by request for a friend.
The Clearing

The Clearing

A Book by Thomas Rydder


This is the first 2 chapters of my about-to-be published novel, The Clearing, which will be out shortly. Please tell me what you think, good, bad, or ..
Left to grow

Left to grow

A Poem by Jazmen


Written when I was 17
Taste

Taste

A Poem by Poe Redd


hungry?
When You Left

When You Left

A Poem by Hadeel ( Charming Fairy )


I wrote this poem for my best friend , for my soul " Reeham"
The Wound that Bleeds

The Wound that Bleeds

A Poem by headoverheart


What hurts the most?
Less Is More

Less Is More

A Poem by Pia


One armed manWho ties your shoes?One armed manDo you remember your dreams?Are they in color? Does she smile?Do lips touch lips, hands remember hands?T..
falling

falling

A Poem by Penguin


my mind is hazy tonightlike the cool effluvia that falls over autumn daybreakbut if i ostensibly cease and strainto catch the polychromatic collisions..
The Dead Have Come

The Dead Have Come

A Poem by Harley


The dead have come:Their corpses rotting,Like slime to the touch.Gaping mouths and gaping wounds,Blood in an ever-pouring ooze.The dead have come:Surr..

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