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The Wild Horses are Coming

The Wild Horses are Coming

A Poem by Leigh


Inspired from Ritchie Blackmore's (Deep Purple) guitar solo on Highway Star, the sound he creates is like that of a wild horse that gets more and more..
OPHELIA

OPHELIA

A Story by mark slade


The dolls were moving. Laughing, waving, heads spinning around. They slid down the shelves and began to crawl across the carpeted floor, hissing, lau..
JOURNAL OF THE BLACK LODGER (1)

JOURNAL OF THE BLACK LODGER (1)

A Story by mark slade


I wonder what Mrs. Beasley would think if she ever stumbled upon her Father's passionate art?
The Rain Gazes - Book I

The Rain Gazes - Book I

A Book by Thotus


Wyland Ferrender chases the wind looking for its origin. Thinking he possesses the "Eye," he believes that all things are connected and affected by th..
JOURNAL OF THE BLACK LODGER (3)

JOURNAL OF THE BLACK LODGER (3)

A Story by mark slade


Her night dress fell to her feet revealing her naked body to God and me. At first I was horrified. Then aroused.
Something

Something

A Story by Sophie McN


For as long as Hollie could remember, Donald hung in her grandmothers hallway, trapped inside an ornate wooden frame, which was once gold but no..
We Are Zipper Experts

We Are Zipper Experts

A Story by Adam Crate


A trip to the zipper store is a routine journey for Rachel. Here is an account of one of those trips.
Age, At a Cost

Age, At a Cost

A Poem by Adam Crate


A series of words strung together to form a poem
We've Been Here Before

We've Been Here Before

A Story by Adam Crate


A couple sneak into an abandoned amusement park that has a dark past.
The Fish and the Bull

The Fish and the Bull

A Poem by Natasha


duality speaking.
Glimpse

Glimpse

A Poem by Adam Crate


Step into my mind
~ Terra Spei

~ Terra Spei

A Poem by


Tweaked World, Tweaked Thoughts, Read also my Tweaked poem, E.L. Poetry, Surreal, Philosophy, freestyle, free country, free rules.
Frost

Frost

A Poem by Sahara Mist


Eyes searching eternity for answersLips slightly partedSnow flakes stick to my eyelashesThey cling to my faceAnd covers me like a blanketNow alone in ..
The Thing From the Ocean

The Thing From the Ocean

A Poem by Kyle SP


The thing from the ocean rose and towered above. Its face was insanity. I backed away from the water, and he swallowed me down. I swam and swam; a wet..