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The People Under The Ground

The People Under The Ground

A Book by Zack Sparks


Because every good, well-meaning author has to have a campy zombie story...right?
The Game: Chapter 2

The Game: Chapter 2

A Chapter by Rebecca


"I must see the King.""There will be no action of that kind. Back off peasant and your day will not begin in a way you do not want it to.""I am no pea..
* SeVeNtEeN * This is War

* SeVeNtEeN * This is War

A Chapter by Allison


Going Crazy
Pep Talks and Casaba Melons

Pep Talks and Casaba Melons

A Story by Slim Pikkens


We all talk to ourselves, right? Right. From pep talks to self-slamming... we all do it. Right? Right.
* EiGhTeEn * My New Friend

* EiGhTeEn * My New Friend

A Chapter by Allison


It's easy to make friends.
Toothache

Toothache

A Poem by Amila Jay


that darn thing
Earth Dance

Earth Dance

A Poem by Darby Louise


Quirky little poem about dancng with Earth :)
Let The Stress Out

Let The Stress Out

A Poem by Amila Jay


Take a walk downtown To your favorite club Spill some chills Down your throat Feel a cold rush run Run through you..
Beautiful People

Beautiful People

A Poem by Maroon Surreal


Often miles away Superstars Or If just down the street Unreachable Untouchable Can only be observed By afar. They are not directly looked in t..
True Friends

True Friends

A Poem by Maroon Surreal


Stay and say,"I'll go with you."Never leave you hanging.Beside you when walkingIn times you need somebodyTo lean on.Even not,They're few steps behindL..
Voices

Voices

A Story by Maroon Surreal


Very random. Describing things.
The other flower

The other flower

A Poem by Opposum


I was bored and asked _____ to give me a subject to write about and Honestly I think I just write depressing stuff when I'm bored, You know?
This Game Called Love

This Game Called Love

A Poem by Amila Jay


Seems like it was only yesterday That we got involved in this game called love Those fairytale lies that we used to tell each other ..
Motionless

Motionless

A Poem by Tomislav Petricevic


All this media and stuff telling us what to do....what will we turn into?
A Cup of Coffee

A Cup of Coffee

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible


Sit and waitThe trees are playing with the wind,Lack of faithSleepness arrives to the eyelid,Is cold and cleanPeople are shadows in the streets,Fog an..