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Chapter III

Chapter III

A Chapter by Mounsell


John learns more about his hosts.
Chapter IV

Chapter IV

A Chapter by Mounsell


John explores Salton.
All Those Moments...

All Those Moments...

A Poem by skyraftwanderer


Ever present tumble, sheeted rain forever long. “I mean, really, I’ve never seen a better throw.” “Even better than ..
Chapter V

Chapter V

A Chapter by Mounsell


John attends Lissie's concert.
Chapter VI

Chapter VI

A Chapter by Mounsell


Leaving the restaurant, John thought back to the guitar in the curio shop. The instrument had appeared in fair condition. The salty air had done mi..
Chapter VII

Chapter VII

A Chapter by Mounsell


John and Lissie jam.
Chapter VIII

Chapter VIII

A Chapter by Mounsell


As John awoke, he could feel the breeze caused by the fan's blades caressing his face. Sunlight trickled through the window and served to warm John'..
Chapter IX

Chapter IX

A Chapter by Mounsell


John goes to the chili cook-off.
Chapter X

Chapter X

A Chapter by Mounsell


While John sat in the restaurant, the grey clouds had grown even heavier. As he walked down the main thoroughfare of Salton, thick droplets b..
Chicken Noodle Blues

Chicken Noodle Blues

A Poem by E S Stevens


This poem was inspired by my interactions with individuals who were homeless in Philadelphia.
Chapter2, Sticks and Stones

Chapter2, Sticks and Stones

A Chapter by Calico-wolf


Money,bars, and fallen stars. Oh, and playing with fire of course.
Overon (prologue)

Overon (prologue)

A Story by Rivaxorus


Overon City 2112
Nightfall Bring My Doom

Nightfall Bring My Doom

A Poem by Jazmen


Written when I was heavily addicted.
Die Alone

Die Alone

A Poem by schnickythep


Live your life to die alone.
Wanderlust

Wanderlust

A Poem by Jaden Larker


A poem I wrote for my final semester film of University, attempting to encapsulate the essence of wanderlust.
Dusk - The City

Dusk - The City

A Poem by Guavaguy


A day in the city is a myriad of sounds, embrace it, live it, envision it.
A Call From The Past

A Call From The Past

A Story by Saint_Mario


The past has the fucked up habit of creeping up to you. And when it does, it looks even worse than it was when you left it there on the side of the ro..
The state of "being"

The state of "being"

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible


Skinny, long face, big expressive eyes and nice hair. Smart and someone I can talk with about stuff. That's how I'd define my type.It's not gonna happ..
No Fairy tales Tonight

No Fairy tales Tonight

A Poem by imrul.islam


The city is alight. In yellowbluewhite, forgotten wrongs morph into right. Cars, ad nauseum traffic and fumes, streets of yellow bordered by ..
Transitions

Transitions

A Poem by Ceri Sian Lock


This poem was inspired by Seoul during the evening and night time. Embrace change.