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Chapter 61- Caius Ashfall

Chapter 61- Caius Ashfall

A Chapter by Cynical_Art


Chapter 61 Caius Ashfall Caius fired two more shots at Raziel and missed. Had he been healthy he wo..
Chapter 62- Drake Lightheart

Chapter 62- Drake Lightheart

A Chapter by Cynical_Art


Chapter 62 Drake Lightheart It was raining bombs and debris as the three airships collided in comba..
5 Ways To Kill Me.

5 Ways To Kill Me.

A Poem by Kennedy Taylor


1.Tell me…Tell me that you won’t leave.Tell me that you careWhile you whisper sweet nothings into a stranger's ear.2.Tell me...Tell me th..
The truth may hurt just a little bit.

The truth may hurt just a little bit.

A Story by Rhiannon Leigh


Just a story about a girl(like me) who has many disastrous dilemmas. Fortunately she manages to escape these but lands herself in more trouble. Worth ..
Concipere of You

Concipere of You

A Story by Lavender


This world is replaceable. You're one spec of salt in the ocean of the universe. Is that something you take comfort in?
a cynical garden

a cynical garden

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


thoughts growing in my mind
I Need

I Need

A Poem by gabiaimee


Peace.
Christmas

Christmas

A Poem by Phia Davenport


My thoughts on Christmas...
Popper v. Niebuhr

Popper v. Niebuhr

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


All conflicts are resolved via coercion, implied or applied,of the dominant party over the denied (Niebuhr).Not news at the 2nd St. jail. But the Cons..
The Lord's Pasture

The Lord's Pasture

A Poem by Tegan


wicked writer's block and i'm really cynical soooooo o oo oooo o
The Edge

The Edge

A Poem by ang


We're alone in this worldAnd that's all we'll ever beFriends aren't trueThere's no fish in the seaI'm in a barren desertWith nothing but sandI've give..
To the Man Across the Runway

To the Man Across the Runway

A Poem by TheMidwesternJew


You’re not much of a philosopher Old, cynical man Awashed in petty sorrow in form of drink Words spoken past hour I wait for the new You&rsqu..
Soon

Soon

A Poem by ang


I'm rotting awayMore and more every dayThere's a hole where my heart used to beIt's emptyBut somehow I'm freeSomething about the empty spaceBrings pea..
Two deaths

Two deaths

A Poem by ang


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