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Nature Calling

Nature Calling

A Story by J.M. Stall


Like other creative minds, nature is where I seem to find most of my inspiration to start writing. Great authors and poets such as Robert Frost a..
A Mothers Night

A Mothers Night

A Story by Treylee


The darkness outside awakens her mind. She stirs and sits up in bed, her feet hit the floor quietly. Quietly. Quietly she opens the door leading out o..
Touch

Touch

A Poem by coffeeandponies


I live for the exhilaration of sensual meandering To feel aroused is to feel alive Reborn in untrained, naked flesh Taking one another in ..
Finding Urania ~ Journey into Fetish (Part 1 of 5)

Finding Urania ~ Journey into Fetish (Part 1 of 5)

A Story by PandaChampion


This is the Second Story in the Vermilion Series, eventually all will merge toegther to tell one major story.
Good morning!

Good morning!

A Poem by Heavenfalls


This is a poem on how a girl, who can not see the world normally, has embraced and taken the idea of expression through just the animals and wonders o..
Sprinklers in the Rain

Sprinklers in the Rain

A Poem by Chels


I wrote this piece forever ago for a best friend who was leaving for college nearly 3000 miles away from home. It was inspired by one of the first, an..
My First Day in Paris

My First Day in Paris

A Poem by Kate's Travel Stories


It was a warm, sunny day of August 2009.I walked up the the steps out of the Metro station. When I lifted my head up, the Seine was in front of me and..
Enunciating

Enunciating

A Poem by Onlyme


Life is like a dramaevery day something newto tease and please, or else upset us.Like a rollercoasterwith its constant ups and downsweaves and spins.A..
Creative Minds... Exploring

Creative Minds... Exploring

A Poem by Onlyme


The writer writesto cleanse their heart, mind and soul.To lift the spirit to a new level of awareness.To reach into the dark corners were the cobwebs ..
Tangent Rant.

Tangent Rant.

A Poem by Onlyme


Are we really true to who we are?or do we just try and error onmany and different parts of ourselves until we becomecomfortableor supposedly comfortab..
adventure boy

adventure boy

A Poem by LostSage


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