Tags Graveyard
His Beloved WifeA Story by Fallacy PharmacyI felt inspired after reading a true story about a man keeping his love interest body after she died-this is a third time as I have re-written this. I.. |
Graveyard DanceA Poem by TopHatGirlA poem I wrote, what I feel today. |
GhOuLs Of ThE nIgHtA Poem by Sean M. AddamsA COLLABRATION BETWEEN ME AND GHOST... |
Cadena de AmorA Poem by Iris Jayneguardians of the departed. |
The GraveyardA Poem by WordsAndVoicesI stand in the graveyard, The sun goes down, I hear the tree's creaking, Why, I do not know. I stand in the graveyard, Faded shapes appear, Ti.. |
The Christian CemeteryA Poem by GenXerI don't normally consider myself a poet, but I was inspired to write this after my husband and I visited the stunning Christian cemetery in Georgetown.. |
Chapter Five The WaveA Chapter by Christian Lebron"So you're Bartalomae's twin brother, your sister is Abegail, and You're the son of Aroa and Siruxes. Why aren't you, well you know, iniquitous",.. |
Prolog to my novel "CHAT"A Story by E.L. DawsonThis is just the prolog, if you like what you read and want to spaoncer me to get it published in book form call me at 317-268-4449 |
Natural LightA Story by Fallacy PharmacyI'm on a verge of deleting this. |
Cheng BengA Story by yenooiA family's visit to the graveyard on Cheng Beng (Qing Ming in Mandarin - tomb sweeping day). |
PassingA Poem by Ni1408When all the Flowers have goneAnd the Forget-Me-Nots forgottenThey are not alone.The rain sends it's greetingsto the stoneA while passes. |
Raven's SongA Poem by SongofSoulS"I hear the Raven cry." |
Demon DruA Poem by Richard WilliamsThey prepare for Halloween. |
The Legend of Ashley RoseA Story by Spectral DustA story about a haunted gravestone, and a young girl's love. |
PrologueA Chapter by Kirstie GVictoria Sullivan, world famous dancer, becomes Viper Cross, alien hybrid. |
My Graveyard Sense of HumorA Story by OhDeer!The night blessed me, my eyes adjusted easily to her darkness. The world was barren in her witching hour, the wind picked at my bare skin, piercin.. |