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FORTY-FOUR - Xanthus VIII

FORTY-FOUR - Xanthus VIII

A Chapter by Justin Xavier Smith


Xanthus finds himself in a worse predicament than he could have imagined.
The Morning of Her Youth

The Morning of Her Youth

A Story by Alfred Kukitz


reliving a younger time
Salt

Salt

A Poem by sweetsaltywords


Remember when you were small,you would be crying about something thathappened and it would feel like the end of the worldto you. And i would wipe your..
Earthed

Earthed

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it. Jules Renard
Writer Wednesday #16: Body of Water

Writer Wednesday #16: Body of Water

A Story by Sarah J Dhue


On my blog, I am doing a new 'event' called Writer Wednesdays. I post a prompt and others(including me) write something based on that prompt.
I'm nothing.

I'm nothing.

A Poem by Nanna


Poem about the feeling of being nothing.
Yellow

Yellow

A Poem by allieowens


She set off on her own adventure.
Kneading Life

Kneading Life

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


I sprinkle a handful of flour dust, casting my spirit like an ingénue.
The Salt doesn't Mix

The Salt doesn't Mix

A Poem by A.K.F


Saltwater doesn't seem to like freshwater.
Salt or Snow ?

Salt or Snow ?

A Poem by Nieels


Spontaneous flow.
Intention

Intention

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding. Al..
The Devil's Crew

The Devil's Crew

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


They ‘pressed me on His Majesty’s frigateThe H.M.S. Carew,It only took me a day to findI was lodged with the Devils’s crew,The Capta..
Blue Grama Grass

Blue Grama Grass

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


How to break an addiction. Decide to live.What can I learn from my pain. Danger.And friends are merely friendly, live on independentof your injury. Yo..
Salt of Vigor

Salt of Vigor

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


wake up
Maritime Vision

Maritime Vision

A Poem by Anna Dragon


I wake to the scream of my alarmpulled from underwater, ripped from your arms;I am dragged out of the sea, I want to go down;I want to go back to your..
Hold Me

Hold Me

A Poem by k.s.


You only hold mewhen my skin tastes like honey.Never when I’m bleeding and soaked in salt.You blame it on your past,I blame it on myself. Maybe ..