Writing

Hours

A Poem by LonelyWanderer

I know every 10pm that sings the lullabies, And 11 that shall always be for the bit of naughtier one- And midnight struck for good disciplines,..

Midnight

A Story by A.C. Jones

A young single mom struggles with trials going on her life and hopes for encouragement

Would you?

A Poem by LonelyWanderer

Would you mind if I go? Would you search for me? Would you die a bit inside? Oh tell me what would you be? Would you climb mountains h..

A Sunday Partita

A Poem by Anna

May I at last lay my aching head to rest,may the daemons keep their distance for a night.So when I wake in the blistering summer morn,may my dreams ha..

Midnight desire (sensual/ erotica)

A Poem by Ardra

The call of hunger / desire - who will win the race..

Midnight Ball

A Poem by Lexi Wilkins

Come one, come allTo the midnight ballAnd dance in the pale moonlightListen softly as Ravens singA song of loss and flightCome one, come allTo the mid..

MY BOREDOM THOUGHTS ABOUT LOVE

A Story by mister_abp

One man's roller-coaster view point about love.

Late night cravings

A Poem by Najam Us Saher

Anything to eat (First attempt to write something different)

The Familar

A Story by LeighAndJeff

little kittens tend not to do well on their own luckily this one gets a second chance

Midnight Red

A Poem by Stacy Purvis

A little something from the past I thought I'd share.

THE TRUE STORY OF A VAMPIRE

A Story by authorwest

Vampire stories are generally located in Styria; mine is also. Styria is by no means the romantic kind of place described by those who have lived ther..

Dreamcatcher

A Poem by Ty

Dreamcatcher

Twin Souls

A Story by Aurafiex

Their soul once separated, now intertwined, they fight for control. A story set in the City of Midnight.

My New Life

A Story by Aurafiex

A newborn vampire come to terms with what remains of her humanity. A story set in the City of Midnight.

Meeting at Midnight

A Poem by Suhd

Inspired from Robert Browning's Poem

Chapter 1: Games at Midnight pg. 1

A Chapter by Sand Witch

Games at Midnight It was killing her. The waiting, that is. Sleep seemed to seep into her arms, into her legs, into her chest and even into her face. ..