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Chapter IIIA Chapter by MounsellJohn learns more about his hosts. |
Chapter IVA Chapter by MounsellJohn explores Salton. |
All Those Moments...A Poem by skyraftwandererEver present tumble, sheeted rain forever long. “I mean, really, I’ve never seen a better throw.” “Even better than .. |
Chapter VIA Chapter by MounsellLeaving 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 VIIA Chapter by MounsellJohn and Lissie jam. |
Chapter VIIIA Chapter by MounsellAs 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 IXA Chapter by MounsellJohn goes to the chili cook-off. |
Chapter XA Chapter by MounsellWhile 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 BluesA Poem by E S StevensThis poem was inspired by my interactions with individuals who were homeless in Philadelphia. |
Chapter2, Sticks and StonesA Chapter by Calico-wolfMoney,bars, and fallen stars. Oh, and playing with fire of course. |
Overon (prologue)A Story by RivaxorusOveron City 2112 |
Nightfall Bring My DoomA Poem by JazmenWritten when I was heavily addicted. |
Die AloneA Poem by schnickythepLive your life to die alone. |
WanderlustA Poem by Jaden LarkerA poem I wrote for my final semester film of University, attempting to encapsulate the essence of wanderlust. |
Dusk - The CityA Poem by GuavaguyA day in the city is a myriad of sounds, embrace it, live it, envision it. |
A Call From The PastA Story by Saint_MarioThe 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"A Poem by L'Enfant TerribleSkinny, 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 TonightA Poem by imrul.islamThe city is alight. In yellowbluewhite, forgotten wrongs morph into right. Cars, ad nauseum traffic and fumes, streets of yellow bordered by .. |
TransitionsA Poem by Ceri Sian LockThis poem was inspired by Seoul during the evening and night time. Embrace change. |