Writing

Chapter 2 - Escape

A Chapter by Kaylee Mae

Hours pass before I regain the willpower to get back on my feet and escape this tiny shed. The alarms stopped at least an hour and a half ago, but..

Chapter 3 - Awake

A Chapter by Kaylee Mae

I groggily open my eyes as a putrid smell fills my nostrils. “Elle! You’re awake!” I blink a few times before the blurr..

LOST AT SEA

A Poem by Sylvia Chika

Once on a missionWith a map and a visionBut now missingLife goes onThey sail onNo helpNo landNo foodSailing upon deep watersWatching the shark..

Caged

A Poem by Ash

Often the painful moments, are only a beginning of brighter days.

Beneath The Rubble

A Poem by Candid

Beneath The RubbleFrom the rubble Beneath the blocks of stone A little one was seenInnocent, cute, tender in years A kind hand pulled her out..

Taking Steps

A Book by Curtis_Squirtis

A Fantasy/Fiction novel, following a group of survivors trying to make their way in a world that has been plunged into darkness and infested with Demo..

I'm Still Like The World Is!

A Poem by Soha

Think again if you think cancer survivors and patients are different from us.....

UNSTOPPABLE

A Poem by Aditi Nagvanshi

This is a common story, not new... Still I want to continue....

CONSEQUENCES

A Story by Moyo Esther

We are only three left in the world now...and this is why.

The World is Made

A Poem by AngelusParva

There's a world out there, and I never knew. That is was made for me, Someone so insignificant. I thought this world was for the thinkers and the doer..

Mending

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Mendingby Michael R. BurchI am besieged with kindnesses;sometimes I laugh,delighted for a moment,then resumethe more seemly occupation of my craft.I d..

Break Time

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Break TimebyMichael R. Burchfor those who lost loved ones on 9-11Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spotof milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;a..

Survivors

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Survivorsby Michael R. Burchfor the victims and survivors of 9/11 and their familiesIn truth, we do not feel the horrorof the survivors,but what passe..

Penny Postcard, Wrong Address

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Penny Postcard, Wrong Addressby Michael R. Burch(for the victims and survivors of the Holocaust)We saw their pictures:tortured out of our imaginations..