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chapter x: in the depth of a mind everything is absolutely black but it's moving like scribbles.

chapter x: in the depth of a mind everything is ab..

A Chapter by Alena


I was walking forward. Everywhere I turned was darkness. I couldn’t see in front or beside me. Yet the darkness as if it was moving around me.I ..
Growth

Growth

A Story by Alena


How much can we grow thanks to the people that surround us? A story from the perspective of 3 classmates learning mutually from each other's mistakes..
Underneath

Underneath

A Story by SparksInTheNight


The city is beautiful and glittering under the shine of the sun. But everyone knows of the people living underneath the city, in their subterranean wo..
Lilly's Test

Lilly's Test

A Story by Willys Watson


Lilly’s Test1. The Late Night VisitorSometimes during the night she was wakened by a warm light that seemed to illuminate her whole bedroom. Bol..
Sally And Sam

Sally And Sam

A Story by Willys Watson


Sally And Sam1.One of the main reasons why she bought her house was the large, deep back yard with the nine mature trees and their leaves providing a ..
This is not a drill

This is not a drill

A Story by Lauren..


It started out like any other day at the office. You know when you have kids you always get distracted by telling them goodbye and you walk out the do..
A Decision's Unmaking

A Decision's Unmaking

A Poem by schlanks


Your rhythm plays the doorMercy offered in the darkTo a tune taken to heartI collect myselfBut the pieces warped in the overwhelmNo whole to show forT..
East Wind

East Wind

A Chapter by SparksInTheNight


One day, on a cloudy day in August, he found himself by the river again though. How he got there is not shown. Hacombe was there though, and Leonard w..
Dear Younger Me

Dear Younger Me

A Poem by Bipolarbear.979


Something I wrote in the Psych Ward to Myself
The Old Man Under The Tree

The Old Man Under The Tree

A Poem by Sk.Mansur


It is a poem about a lonely homeless old man, it is the 2nd poem I wrote.
Thoughts

Thoughts

A Poem by Monee


This isn’t a poem; I don’t know what this is. I was half asleep when I wrote it. It has everything and nothing in it.

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