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Wings of Paper - Chapter 15

Wings of Paper - Chapter 15

A Chapter by A.L.


The Nymph and the Sword
Wings of Paper - Chapter 17

Wings of Paper - Chapter 17

A Chapter by A.L.


Memories and Mountains
Wings of Paper - Chapter 18

Wings of Paper - Chapter 18

A Chapter by A.L.


Gone
Wings of Paper - Chapter 23

Wings of Paper - Chapter 23

A Chapter by A.L.


Hole of Doom
Wings of Paper

Wings of Paper

A Chapter by A.L.


The Princess Problem
Wings of Paper - Chapter 20

Wings of Paper - Chapter 20

A Chapter by A.L.


Shapeshifter's Grudge
Wings of Paper - Chapter 22

Wings of Paper - Chapter 22

A Chapter by A.L.


The Hero Returns
Wings of Paper - Chapter 24

Wings of Paper - Chapter 24

A Chapter by A.L.


Tunnels and Tears
Wings of Paper - Chapter 25

Wings of Paper - Chapter 25

A Chapter by A.L.


Kip's Courtyard
Wings of Paper - Chapter 26

Wings of Paper - Chapter 26

A Chapter by A.L.


The Final Stand
the wheel of doubt

the wheel of doubt

A Poem by anais.vionet


self doubt is an internal cloud on a sunny day
THE CONSTANT MUSE

THE CONSTANT MUSE

A Story by Willys Watson


THE CONSTANT MUSEWhen she felt the need she slipped in through the back door of my soul and lingered long to speak to my sub-conscience, whispering en..
Obsidian Eyes (Why did I leave)

Obsidian Eyes (Why did I leave)

A Poem by Henry Krone


This poem is written like a song, and it was my first try connecting these two different genres of art that many times intersect without us knowing.
rip my heart into a thousand pieces

rip my heart into a thousand pieces

A Story by sedulous_mind


You broke my heart into a thousand pieces. It only takes one day to destroy many years and good memories. Only one day to break long earned trust...
Primal Craving

Primal Craving

A Poem by Poetic Beauty


I’m tired tonight “my love” My mind a chaotic swirl Contradicting thoughts in turmoil Wanting to openly embrace These feral t..
at least we have this

at least we have this

A Poem by james randwith


today felt like waitingmost days do nowalthough,you never know exactly what it isyou’re waiting forand there’s thecreeping doubt, that you..
My life as a scribbler

My life as a scribbler

A Poem by Relic


Doubt.