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New Horizons FallA Chapter by StarrFreedom is a joy, until you have to pay for that freedom... |
run like hellA Chapter by Lyn Andersonsomeday he said |
Faith in HimA Poem by A. KhairunnisaI'm being punished.I knew it.I haven't done my job properly.He delayed my college graduation.I can't graduate.He gave me eczema, right on my sole.I ca.. |
would he be?A Chapter by Lyn Andersona meandering thought into what might be. |
An Uncertain ExistenceA Book by goddessofwriting...no matter what others said or did, I would still hold a coldness in my heart, a hole that was unable to be filled. |
trippedA Chapter by Lyn Andersonjust go with it |
how long?A Chapter by Lyn AndersonI am not sure where this one came from |
Vampires Don't ExistA Book by Haley BryannNot everything is what it seems. |
Chapter one.A Chapter by Haley BryannJust the beginning.. |
Young Dudes Out of Control Making the Front PagesA Story by DylanThere are a lot of celebrities to choose from that make headlines and the tabloids every day but when it comes to the .. |
Down To My Last PackA Poem by DrcicarloI took a commemorative driveBack to a town that glorified the wiseIt was 500 miles and three packs of cigarettesThe crisp, burning sound embedded in m.. |
On the Other SideA Poem by DrcicarloOver the horizon rests the deceased and the black skies andSmokey clouds lift the useless souls above groundThere’s ritual drumming in the backg.. |
Finding InterestA Poem by DrcicarloYou see and then connectFrom rebound to rebound, it’s all in your headthese broken souls, and misfortunate eventsare completely suppressed, once.. |
Sweet Indigo in my EyesA Poem by Drcicarlo“We’re all just some punks, miserable creaturesWith our human goal to be: enhancing all of our featuresFurther into the caves, intentions .. |
P.O. 333, Halfway to HellA Poem by DrcicarloHello Darkness, We meet again, the last time we spoke, I believe I was young, about the age of ten. I promised you a secret, and I thought it w.. |
The Abstract MaskA Poem by DrcicarloBehind this false face, remain flawless conflictionsA mask of such wrath, and endless contradictionGood deeds are unseen, Anger is routine-- never in .. |