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UNTITLEDA Poem by STAND.STILLNever knew how far I had to fallJust to think, I lost it allMy faith was true,So dear to youYou let me downDrownIn the tears I’ve wept for years.. |
Danse MacabreA Poem by Alex PaulDementia and fears - the spectres at the feast |
In the dark they wait for youA Story by Alex PaulIn the dark they wait for you. It is not a dream, the unspeakable things are real. The boy with the terrible eyes wants revenge. The unspeakable thing.. |
RealismA Poem by WillGlass half empty. Glass half full. It's just a glass of water, Why get so confused? Can't you look at things from both sides? Can't you see.. |
CHECK, PLEASE!A Poem by ikibala222the dark side of the "facebook" generation and it's effects on a lonely persons love love life. |
croissants & coffee in a flat in parisA Poem by Zara M.i wishthati could be with youandi wishthati could tangle my handsin your hairandi would tell you that i love you(because I do)andi would map out the r.. |
Held (with Ropes and Pulleys), Pt. 1A Story by Elliott W. Charles6 kids and suburban hell. Photography by Greg Girard: http://www.greggirard.com/ warning: strong language |
Held (with Tines and Prongs), Pt. 2A Story by Elliott W. CharlesPhotography by Greg Girard. warning: strong language |
A Moment in the Life of a Metacognitive, Existenti..A Story by DezChampionTeenagers are too little or too much, will we ever fit in? |
The glorious lives of othersA Book by Asha ZSomething dark is coming. Zosia senses it, but do her family - errant brother Captain; her sisters, wedding-focused Ania, and Sascha, with her own dar.. |
Chapter 2A Chapter by Asha ZChapter 2 And it is morning. The grey is creeping through the blinds, sidling across the floor. Early, but Sascha has already been awake for at .. |
Warrior's TouchA Book by SoulhavenThe ultimate betrayal exposes a new enemy and forces Llew and Jonas to ally with a former nemesis. |
My simple PhilosophyA Story by Lizzy BrookesMy outlook on life |
Realisations of a 17 year oldA Book by CaitlinI'm finding it hard to be inspired to write a book, so I'm just writing what comes into my head. |
Around the PoolA Story by James WalpoleIt was 5:00pm. It had not started to get dark yet. The sun still shining its beams into the creasesthat were caused by the motion of a small child. Hi.. |
Our Little ListA Book by I am WrittingAn overwhelming and very engaging tale of friendship and heartache, while still showing the innocence of what a teenage heart wants. |