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The Rooms, Part 2

The Rooms, Part 2

A Poem by Richard Mueller


Wreckage of general rooms and the creation of an impenetrable room
Silver Surface Part 2

Silver Surface Part 2

A Story by Battlecry


An addition to Silver Surface
The Room

The Room

A Poem by Britt Worth


How much longer can I walk this road alone?You told me you would follow, but I guess I should’ve knownYou were only there to push me, deep in a ..
The Safe Room and The Docks

The Safe Room and The Docks

A Chapter by Natasha


“Did you guys watch the news the other day? I sure did. That old woman is crazy, but she scared me enough to believe something is happening,&rdq..
MY NEW ROOM

MY NEW ROOM

A Poem by David Adedokun


THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO SOME INDIVIDUALS- POETS. WE TOGETHER ENGAGE IN THE FUN OF POEM WRITING
Red Hula Hoops

Red Hula Hoops

A Poem by Lingering Soul


Soft light to a shadow of whispersPlaces way behind another wishLonging would stay still through daydreamDrawn a garden of bushful redTwirling through..
My Room

My Room

A Poem by Fire&Ice


metaphorical dialogue with a negative person
Two

Two

A Poem by Nebula


An adult game
The writer

The writer

A Story by Nebula


The power of his muse
Room 325

Room 325

A Story by GwenLark


A lot can be happen in the hotel room next to you
Vampire

Vampire

A Story by Nebula


My life begins at dusk
 Insignificance

 Insignificance

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Late in life I struggle against my insignificanceWhen I should enjoy the freedom from performance before an audience.Applause is happiness but if they..
No Room to Die

No Room to Die

A Poem by ROXANE DORSEY


In this dungeon I sitI stare through few barstrap'd cobblestone wallssquare shapemetal doorunable to exploretime ticks slownowhere to goIn this dungeo..
Motel Room

Motel Room

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Motel room, U.S. map made of license plateseverything I need for a week is here, king-size bed, microwave, fridge, tv, hot platethe carpet's pretty cl..
The Dark Box

The Dark Box

A Poem by Ajla


No fear.Forlorn.The flashing screenNo gleam,only the small screen.Just us,in this frigid,tragic,dingy box.With a feathered cushion,plunk my head on it..
Fearing the Other Side.

Fearing the Other Side.

A Poem by Richard McLin


A person in hiding.

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