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Awake!

A Poem by Malen

Broken porch swings creek out a dying age. Screen doors replaced by wood slapped silence. Long have gone the days of street ball play. Rage d..

Blood of Creation

A Poem by Audra Burwell

You can bind me with barbed wire.You can cleave my flesh to the bone.You can brand me with your sigil,But I will never be yours.My flesh does not defi..

Behind the scene

A Story by SilentTree

why, how and who