Writing

Every Five Steps

A Poem by Samantha

I don’t hate it when things get taken away from me,I know there’s a bigger plan in mind.Someone, somewhere, is moving my pawn to places I&..

Essay No. 1

A Poem by Yael_Shema

An essay on fear, self-injury, and the subconscious will to experience life.

Wit & Wisdom - September 30th 2013

A Chapter by dw817

Tell someone there are 300 Billion stars in the universe and they'll believe you. Tell them a bench has wet paint on it and they will have to touch it..

Wild one

A Book by RenatoRojo

A young man is fleeing justice and is now in a cabin in Alaska writing about what had led him there; In order to make peace with himself, and perhaps ..

Why is there?

A Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..

The reason of things are unbeknownst to mewhy must there be anything?It is senseless. All of it.I struggle daily when I realize things as such;I canno..

The Long Vacation

A Story by Juan More Story

“Because, it just feels like there is something missing. Something that can't be bought, made, or gifted to me...only experienced. I don't know ..

"Hollow"

A Poem by Ceej

a short poem I wrote on a taco bell napkin.

The Inner Thoughts Leak Out

A Poem by 8petallotus

This is more of a spoken word piece that came to me one morning in the mists of a crisis. Some beautiful writing can be the product of some really mes..

Alone in this Grave of Ours

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse

A chill overcomes me. Alone, I wake alone in this pit of mine. It is my pit, yet somehow I share it with another; is it then mine, if not mine a..

The Bridge to Trust

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse

Dead End; all of my travels had come to an end in the worst of ways. Perhaps 'travel' is not the right word, but rather 'meander'. If all things..

Colorblinds

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse

On the barren tundra of the north, there lived a wolf. Amarok was his name, and despite the loneliness that comes with hunting alone, he preferr..

Harvester's Smile

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse

In a village on the brink of starvation, all that matters is the Harvest Moon Tribute.

War Cry

A Poem by Edward Martin

Searching for answers to questions I cannot control standing up straight, picking up the eyelids that were let wet four score I cannot control those..