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WingsA Story by Minoru KusariA short story that just kind of flowed out of my mind all at once. It is the spiritual successor to another short story I have called "The Forest". Pl.. |
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free ebook Oct 25-26 .. ONE SWIFT SUMMER .. 'liter..A Book by R J AskewJaded war-photograph Emma Saywell meets a savant selling ice-cream in London's beautiful Kew Gardens one swift summer. Enjoy the sample. Find the rest.. |
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A Setting SunA Poem by nadia dmitriOutrunning a hungry nightfall |
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Love is an AllegoryA Stage Play by Diana ChristinaThe perceived took pleasure in the embrace of the conceived, but saw not its face. |
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Knights Of PlythemusA Book by KalrachRoy, Ben, and Allen, three humble Merchant Marine's officers with background in military affairs, find themselves stranded in a different world after .. |
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Night over Lower ManhattanA Poem by Vincent St. Clare2014 publication in 'The Drunken Llama'. Featured in 2015 at 'Poetry.com'. Featured in 2015 at 'PoemHunter.com'. |
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BoilingA Story by TheTragicOffenseAn allegory |
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GreyA Story by Natalie Katea depressed teenage girl experiences the effects of taking prescription drugs. |
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I had a dream.A Poem by xLeonardxI had a dream. The dream, most peculiar t’was one! A white flower - the beauty I’ve never seen, Swimming in the river, nex.. |
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The PullA Story by Michael MossA story of Tomilian, a creature with knowledge of all things, and the sudden and inexplicable trial his son must face. |
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The CircleA Story by Evie McFarlandA short allegory to represent the "circle of life." |
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The Blindfolded ManA Poem by Cameron KoontzMy view on current religion |
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Alcatholics, and The Angels in CaptivityA Poem by Dave C.Lyrics to a song I wrote about how religion takes advantage of people and the name of God. |
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Fools in the WindA Poem by Louis McKrakerWe were running through the woods,When the sky began to rumble.We took shelter in a cave,Hoping that it wouldn’t crumble.That night, after the s.. |
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To Dwell On the Cusp of PerfectionA Poem by Louis McKrakerTo dwell on the cuspOf perfection,Means to die in the shadowsOf obsession. But I―Who have seen my dreams, Thus: pale with grief― No longe.. |
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The Prodigal Son/The Noble HobbyistA Poem by Louis McKrakerThe boy stood at the edge of oblivion-- A dream in one hand, and a consequence in the other--He spent his days searching for absolution,But had only f.. |
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