Writing

Chapter 10 - Fourteen Months Later

A Chapter by Susie

I was always struck by the scene in "Pearl Harbour" when the island was plagued by bomb-ridden bodies, many on their last leg. The hospital was so dra..

But then he followed his heart

A Poem by Ib*

How a person changes in his logic according to circumstances; a part of human nature.

The Clockwork Box

A Poem by Hans Beckman

I delved into the depths of Atheism recently and looked into all its implications. By doing so, came to one of the most depressing and hollow realizat..

Proof Doesn't Trump Faith, Or Does It? Part 1/2

A Chapter by Brandon Langley

Welcome to RELIGION WEEK, 11.4.13-11.7.13

Proof Doesn't Trump Faith, Or Does It? Part 2/2

A Chapter by Brandon Langley

Welcome to the final day of RELIGION WEEK, 11.7.13

Paradox of Knowledge (Small piece of writing)- A c..

A Story by ZackOfBridge

“So I figured out the logic of your ghost encounter”“Okay.”“So you heard the keys hanging on your desk swinging and the ..

The mind at both ends (sophistry)

A Book by Asang Ronald

In the world of mendiators, submission and services is done by those who fail in sophistry. so to break free from some sort of slavery you must win th..

Love Logic

A Poem by Sergio Reyna

To rationalize the irrational is a pointlessendeavorthat cannot be accomplished.LOGIC, love{Falsifiedinformation, Dataencryption,minuscule alterationE..

J a c

A Poem by Sergio Reyna

My heart beats yourson ever hour, on ever dayit weeps, yearns, and leapsat the sound of your namesuch a common melody.But when whispered gentlyits com..

Heads or Tail

A Poem by Sergio Reyna

it was thenstandingat the precipice of the stopthat we leaned over the edge of a curb.And before the steps were takenI could see my reflection in stre..

Hopeful Remorse

A Poem by Sergio Reyna

I remember the first time I saw youYou walked into the room with your obtrusive tardinessYour blatant disrespect for punctualityYet within these vices..

Death, what comes next?

A Story by theoutsider711

An Atheists perspective on the afterlife, should there be one.

Untitled III

A Poem by Enigma

Transient memories swallow my brain and drown into aheart pumping outdead wisdom aeons awayfrom my fingertips.My soul homelessmy body everywhereI am a..