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The Five Acre ForestA Story by Mari SloanA look at the future. |
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Redwood ForestA Poem by SleepiePenguinI can think of nothing else this very moment,besides two very different things:I think of how much my love for you has grown.It has grown as tall as a.. |
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Wölfe und EisA Poem by AnnaFootprints in the white, white snow before a castle old,belonging to the wolf who lurks deep in pine shadows.His eyes are pale but yellow like the sun.. |
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The Frost of SiberiaA Poem by AnnaThe frost on the window-pane obscures -blurs the snowfall and the beckoning night.I drink to the pale flurry that ensures,that the world that was, is .. |
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THE CONVENTA Story by Peter RogersonCasting all her worldly goods aside, Molly Richards goes in search of her god. |
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I Still Believe in Fairy TalesA Poem by Gypsy Dreamerreminiscing about fairy tales from childhood. |
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DaydreamA Poem by AnnaThere's something in the way the Earth moves,that leaves me behind; quiet and star-strewn.Where there's castles with dust in the grooves,rainy Romania.. |
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The Mist WalkerA Story by TheClownAn unnamed protagonist finds themselves trapped in an unknown location at unknown time, unable to remember anything. |
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How LongA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsBite. Chew, Gnaw. The fabric flesh tore so easily. Almost as if It had never been together, At all. Hands bloody, bones ach.. |
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I swear~A Poem by Tracey~The day finally came whenI could walk into my sacred space The white cloak leaving behindthe amazing scent of moist earth Everything rebirt.. |
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Edge of the WoodsA Poem by LovecraftBeing Lost and finding a Path. |
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NyctoA Story by Conner BrakeA man is being chased through the woods by a mysterious enemy. |
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State ParkA Story by Audra HouserA man and woman hike through an abandoned state park in the hopes of finding the man's missing parents who disappeared twenty years ago. |
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A Gift From The HeavensA Poem by TimJust beyond a mystical village, a puzzling tribute descends from the skies. |
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The Ol' ForestA Story by KoyoumiA short story will give you spooky chills on the night of Halloween. |
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Portland PostcardA Poem by AnnaThe lavender evening is still climbing down the branches as we speak;the hot tea I stare into is staring back at me with words I could say.And you hav.. |
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