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Uncle

Uncle

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


‘Good riddance,’ I muttered, under my breath As they closed the coffin lid, My father clipped me around the ear, Then sai..
Good Doggie

Good Doggie

A Book by Aixel Syd


Niekolaas becomes a very good doggie for his master.
Bugs

Bugs

A Poem by Amber


A Hexaduad about inscets
Creepy Thoughts Creep, Creepily

Creepy Thoughts Creep, Creepily

A Poem by ShaneBerry


wanted something dark?
I guess its kinda like a rap about wetting the bed

I guess its kinda like a rap about wetting the bed

A Story by Mr.Cardigan


um I was bored i was going to being a serious thing but it kinda escalated quickly with tiredness. Dont judge me :)
Picking Boogers

Picking Boogers

A Poem by Luke L


I reach within my nostrilsOpening the cupboard and findingA tasty snack that I forgot aboutThe balled up paper didn't satisfy my hungerSo I'm digging ..
Chapter 5: Part Two

Chapter 5: Part Two

A Chapter by despitegreathands


Continuing from part 1, Harley is with Brian and tortures him for information. Part 3 will close out the chapter. Im hoping my use of descriptions mak..
The Wild Ride

The Wild Ride

A Poem by Luke L


It's a wild ride through my systemThe water and fiberMakes the ride really smoothAnd fastOh shitI have to hold onto the bottom of my pantsAs I'm runni..
The Punishers

The Punishers

A Chapter by Ashley Rachelle


This is from the point of view of furies from greek mythology. It is a little gory.
The most beneficial issues of Low Level Laser Therapy in Pacific Laser Therapy

The most beneficial issues of Low Level Laser Ther..

A Story by Kimkinhon


Samuel Mark Gross is a professional in the laser therapy treatment and the most successful cognitive behavioral techniques.
Body Rhythm

Body Rhythm

A Story by Once upon a time


A disturbed man finds a dead body and becomes obsessed with it.
Untitled Work in Progress

Untitled Work in Progress

A Book by Nell


Everyone has something great hidden in their lives as they go. What is in store for these guys?
I'm 17

I'm 17

A Poem by blink182427


I’m 17 and what this means is I am overwhelmed and some days I forget that I have to eat and I just drink coffee all day. I’m 17 and what..