Writing

Fit

A Poem by seal

In this poem I refer to nascent hysteria.

The Rain Of The Merry Go Round

A Poem by Red Pill Coyote

I found out something today that sent a torpedo to my soul.. Some say George Lucas ruined their childhood.. Mine is something else...

Broken Toy

A Poem by Ash Rx

A simple stream of consciousness porm I wrote while overcoming personal struggles Very blunt stream of consciousness Possibly only of significance to ..

I'm Sorry, April Smith

A Story by moonlit_cove

If I had a time machine, I'd go back to the Spring of 1985 and redo this one pivotal event.

Desolate

A Poem by yb58

A childhood memory described as how I felt it was.

Return to me

A Poem by Tena Luvs

As an adult there is no denying that we all escape back to those moments of our childhood that made us happiest most

Broken Doll

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Family is supposed to be our safe haven. Very often, it’s the place where we find the deepest heartache.

Innocent Mischief

A Story by Scott Andrews

The day I graduated I was excited and full of hope. Four years of my life at the Devil's School for Innocent Mischief had finally come to a close and ..

THE MAN AT FLETCHER’S CROSS

A Story by Peter Rogerson

a simple lesson simpy learned

White painted walls

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..

Between your white painted walls I stand in a corner and I look for the little cracks where there used to be something once we used to ..

A lamb in a family of teeth

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..

A lamb in a family of teeth will spin wool into claws. Running only leads the way into the black; domain of yellow eyes. The distance..

Even your gaze burns

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..

When eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns. I can no longer return to before I was f..

When The House Burns Down

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Sammy

A Story by Sydorax_Squid

Sammy is a boy with red-orange wings, but he doesn’t let that slow him down.

Simplicity

A Poem by H L Rose

I don’t remember simplicity. Nothing seemed simple. What happened to my memories? I don’t long for them. My minds..

Where there's a wolf

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..

Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we..