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I BetA Poem by JohannaAs always.. I had writers block and this is what I came up with, as always I´m not sure what I think about it this time either.. xD |
Fast & SlowA Poem by Florellemore about me |
Just DrivingA Poem by JohannaI´m a the cabbin on easter vacation.. and it´s a long drive, so I wrote this in the car. |
FastA Story by versacekingFast |
Nobody KnowsA Poem by Johanna"..but the color of love nobody knows..." |
The Psychics -Chp.3- And The Guy Who Doesn't Give ..A Story by orangestonePart three installment to the story, The Psychics. New character in this chapter. |
Lightspeed FoodA Story by StarNinjaThe world of interstellar fast food is cutthroat indeed. |
Mad AddersA Chapter by Lyn Andersonmaking fun of me |
random thought lines on a pageA Chapter by Lyn Andersonanother poetry scramble on one page. |
love chronicles of symptomatic empathyA Chapter by Lyn Andersoncollecting my thoughts |
White hatA Chapter by Lyn AndersonFor Noel, get your stop watch out |
Rays of Son, week of May 17, 2015A Story by Greg MillerAn Old West town named Fast Mounts deals with the problem of speeding horses. |
Every life is a river.A Poem by sherni"All rivers flow to the sea." I don't even know if that's an accepted truth, but let's look at the idea of it. Compare your life to that of a river. D.. |
The Summer NoosphereA Poem by Robert RonnowWet nights, warm days are what we want in the summer noosphere.Man's mind one with weather.If this is true, life is good, or will be good.Can I be enc.. |
At BasketballA Poem by Robert RonnowBasketball stands for war or battle.That's why I think about the players'personalities, in my foxhole or squad.Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Danes.. |
About fastA Story by Sugar Plum ♥about fast, and some special kind of fasting |
TimeA Poem by AveTNJust a poem that speaks of how time either flies by too fast or seems to pass unbearably slowly. For me, I often wish that when I looked at the clock .. |
Episode Six: "Sync"A Chapter by Christoph PoeEpisode Six: "Sync" They placed me in a cell furthest from the front entrance. A young woman laid on the bed in a fetal position with her back turn.. |
TimeA Poem by FrankieeTime is such a precious thing Moving by so fast You try to hold it with all your might So every second lasts. |