Writing

But Ye Ol' Broken Clock

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Will there be tomorrow, Whether it be sorrow, With anger, famine and floods? But ye ol' broken clock, Sound of silence, not tick nor tock, Echo the cr..

Echoes the Day

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Alone a man in sealed door, Seldom spoke the words of bore, Besought the world, the endless flutter, With words vivid his tongue would utter,

Borders [Teaser]

A Chapter by YouoweYoupay

My sister's eyes almost popped out and I wished I could vanish right where I stood.

Remembering

A Poem by Silver

I've forgotten so much...

Soul Sacrifice

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

I speak from a stolen breath, Echo of it lost, on sighs. With night going yonder, My cries filled stagnant air, As tears fall on tainted ground.

The Siren's Song

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Once upon a midnight wake, A Siren sings, 'Sweet mercy sake' Soothes the hearts O' gentle man, In their yielding peaceful span.

O' Ye Captain of Mine

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

O' ye captain of mine, In my quarters we dine, Tell tales of a journey once spent. Life on sea across more than me, To the ends of the Earth we sail.

A Sunflower in the Shade

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

O' ye Countess draped in sorrow, Grasping fear of coming morrow. With eyes like those of torment slave, Sad innocence, yet herself she gave.

Chapter 1- Welcome to my life...

A Chapter by Sarah

8:30. A shrill buzz awakes me, orders me out of the warm cosy place I fall into late each night. 8:32 and a bright red light reads out into my still..

DYING IN THE SNOW.

A Poem by Terry Collett

A PATIENT IN A MENTAL ASYLUM REMEMBERS A MASSACRE IN THE SNOW.

Lullay Lullay

A Story by imagination

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child, Sleep well , lullay, lullay And smile while dreaming, little one sleep well, lullay, lullay Fair well Lullay,..

Christmas Day

A Poem by Tina Kline

Gazing outside to witnessthe snow fallingendless feathery white flakesgathering silentlycreating a White ChristmasChristmas music playingthe excited l..

Voyage to the Depth

A Poem by Adam M. Snow

Woe unto us, one of many, Yet was not the foe-of any- Unto us the storm crashing tides, But to sail on, voyage to the depth. I envy Seas, whereon we r..

Snow-Coated Valentine

A Story by

It was too early for me to be awoken, especially by a phone ringing.I grumbled and turned over in my bed, covering my head with a pillow. Someone el..