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Pretty Little MonstersA Poem by Kat ManduI was lost, little and alone, Gender gone, no true home Eyes closed, I keep mute, Time to execute Always silent, A life of violen.. |
Slaughter of the AboriginesA Story by Michael RobertsIgnorance comes in many forms. This is a fictional tale about a cavalry company who fights Indians, though 'fighting' may not be the word to describe .. |
Body TroubleA Poem by Celie Rosevindictive idea from scientific mad man's mind. |
A Version of YouA Book by April Lee FieldsThis story is a travel narrative about my journey from England to Australia over the course of a year. It is a story about love, loss, adventure, raci.. |
The Eyes of March (past tense, third person)A Book by M.R Steiner800 years into the future, Humanity is but a memory, only a single girl lives among the wreckage, or so she thought. |
Chapter 1: A girl at the bottom of the worldA Chapter by M.R Steinerwhat is it like to be the last person alive? |
Chapter 2: March of the VerminA Chapter by M.R SteinerMarch, (the last girl on earth) always wanted a companion, just not one that wants to eat her alive. |
Chapter 3: Her whole world BlindA Chapter by M.R Steinerthe last girl alive isn't alone. Something is hunting her. |
Chapter 4: Just an Old ManA Chapter by M.R Steinerthey took her eyes and left her for dead. |
Chapter 5: The Price of SightA Chapter by M.R SteinerMarch undergoes a procedure to help her see again, for a cost. |
20,000 Deaths Under The SeaA Poem by Dark and LightA freak explosion by an oil tanker, the poem should let you know the rest |
I HAVE BEEN TO PLACES OF GREAT DEATHA Poem by Nolo SegundoTraveling to a place where thousands of lives perished violently in a short time period makes one naturally ask questions about good and evil, life an.. |
AresA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis poem is about war. |
The Ancestor’s Cry Volume 1: "Calypso returns"A Story by Zellah DeeThe Ancestor’s Cry: Volume 1: “Calypso’s Return” a short story series by Zellah D.. |
Whats left of genocideA Story by AsiyaLots of us have been raised in remembrance of such events, all around the world I've seen this ambiguous feeling repeat itself across generations .. |