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Chapter2, Sticks and StonesA Chapter by Calico-wolfMoney,bars, and fallen stars. Oh, and playing with fire of course. |
Japanese CuisineA Poem by ParkerTheWriterI wrote this in the bar of a restaurant my friend works at. I was waiting there for my friend, I was picking him up. |
Smile (Not Complete, 7 chapters)A Story by Coffee For A Night OwlA shelterd teen talked into a risky night out with friends finds herself in a dangerous situation. Introduced to a new lifestyle, she gets involved in.. |
Frozen with FearA Story by AngieIt's closing time at the bar. Amy's alone. She hears a noise. |
Chapter Six, I'll Be Your Lover TonightA Chapter by Thomas Reilly ThornhillNero's adventure into the mind of a madman. |
FangsA Story by JunertA girl felt like having fun, and the guy two tables away seems okay. But did she had fun? |
Fight Away Your Fears [ChinaxJapan]A Story by Isis CarriedoEver since the day China first found little Japan, he's always been there for him. Through thick and thin, because they are like brothers. There are n.. |
The TendersA Story by Joseph LignelliA short story, a very personal short story. Most enjoyment will come to those with an open mind. |
He Doesn't Kindly StopA Poem by SteelwineTwo men sit across from each other at a table late In the neon night. A half-dressed lady collects her tips As she slides dusty glasses d.. |
another postA Story by Charles AdamsChapter 1I hadn`t seen my brother for awhile. I mean we live together but I never actually spend anytime with him, not as much as we use to. After my .. |
The Last CallA Poem by Crazy Cat ManA poem about the last call at bars. On how we need the last call so the night cannot go on forever |
Calvin Meets a Girl at the BarA Story by CalvinExcerpt from my real story of meeting a girl at the bar in the spring of 2011. |
At The BottomA Poem by Saint No-OneI long to sit at a baras weathered as a workman’s handsand sip from a dusty glass,whiskey aged and brown.An old companion that laughsin my gut, .. |
Lucky SoulsA Poem by kera moondustThe poem for my second grandma, the one still living. |