Tags : Prose

COULD YOU BE THE ONE?

COULD YOU BE THE ONE?

A Story by Tasi83


When Bernát first met cat-bunny89, she was wearing a strappy evening dress and clutching a similarly colored dragees bag.The woman in question ..
Rebellion of beach divas

Rebellion of beach divas

A Story by Tasi83


It is not possible to know for sure if the three best friends actually rushed to the sea so that they could have a real blood girls' party, or only be..
In Memoriam

In Memoriam

A Poem by Asher


In Memoriam Dear Mr. Killer, Today I thought I saw you. I was walking down the high school’s hall on a tour and saw the table where ..
A decade thought wasted, or the dormant spark

A decade thought wasted, or the dormant spark

A Story by Tasi83


In the mirror, there is usually a whale or wombat head, as if a lawnmower is constantly making a circular, spiraling movement, and only clumps of hair..
The narrative

The narrative

A Poem by avaya


Confessional free-verse prose TW: suicide, depression, self-harm
Schrodinger's Lover

Schrodinger's Lover

A Poem by toramis thor


It is not much like a poem, but more like prose poetry.
MYREA IS ASKING

MYREA IS ASKING

A Story by Tasi83


They would have waited until the morning for the children's shift because of the birthday, but most of the parents - because it was Saturday for some ..
THE CURSE OF THE DIET

THE CURSE OF THE DIET

A Story by Tasi83


He is once again munching on the ice creams in the refrigerator that is open to the corner. His mother's sullen words keep coming to his mind:"My swee..
God eternal

God eternal

A Story by The_Ancient_Rock


About death... And how love endures through time.
I Am What Is Missing

I Am What Is Missing

A Story by S. G. Keller


You are significant. Even in the most benign of moments, your life has value - you simply have to look for it.
On God's Cold Shoulder

On God's Cold Shoulder

A Story by AE


If he died that night, then he died alone.
Untitled II.

Untitled II.

A Poem by Quin


a new york inspired poem
BLACK, RED, ANKLES

BLACK, RED, ANKLES

A Story by Tasi83


It all started with a silly quarrel, which actually erupted between the two of them because Balázs's literature teacher successfully convinced ..
Porcelain pl(f)ate

Porcelain pl(f)ate

A Poem by emeralda


I contemplate my self worth and try to value it like the objects I see, Maybe it will compare to one of my surroundings Perhaps the garbage can, or..

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