Writing

To the One I Love When I Miss and Hate When I Have

A Poem by king

addiction is not a joke. if you don't believe that you can get through it, then you already lost. get help.

Eye of the storm

A Chapter by Cosmik

Greetings. This is Captain Cosmik of the Artimus.I am keeping this diary, and have thus instructed my crew to do the same, so that in the event that w..

The Story of Nothing

A Story by Noel

A story on a blog I host, the Story of Nothing! It's a small chunk of a much bigger story, but it's one of my favorite excerpts by far. It's a story a..

Eyes on the Field

A Story by Noel

A foolish King blinded by pride should have kept his eyes on the field. This is a story I posted on my blog: https://winterland-fiction.com/2019/0..

A Light Tap

A Story by Noel

A musician prepares for the upcoming concert, what goes through his mind?

Short Story record of Eruska

A Story by Pale Moon

I was just passing time so i like to try to build my world some more. SO i came up a bit of a short story or like a historical record. :)

Do You Wish to Proceed?

A Story by Ahmed

This is a science fiction short story involving an ordinary young woman and her friend who come across a machine with time-altering powers after inges..

Brain

A Story by K. Cast

Science Fiction story dealing with a man tormented by both his mind and an unknown outside force.

The Girl in the Story

A Poem by K

did i edit it? i think so, i hope so. please enjoy. there'll be more, i think.

Wanderlust

A Story by Brenda Alicia

Do you travel for love or for heartbreak?

The Spider And The Dragonfly

A Poem by Kay Salisu Titilola

A poetic story to be told.

The Narrative

A Story by Terrance

a man asks an unknown entity what is infinity?

evenings // afterthought

A Poem by Nearly Blonded

half past 7petrichor: the only discernible elementintangibleyet the only thing i can graspfictional beings inside my televisionthe only thing non-stat..

Texas Drawl

A Poem by roarke

One hot Texas afternoon.

Coffee with Death

A Poem by Death's Poet

Death is a name, it fills many with fear.But as I'm writing he sips coffee here.I fret not and shed not a tear.In fact, many evenings we've sat, split..