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Chapter Four The Other TwinA Chapter by Christian LebronAbegail began to shed tears and her pupilswidened into a shining bronze color, giving her a immoral look. "You will pay. FOR EVERYTHING! She took.. |
The Bundaleer ThroneA Poem by David Lewis PagetWe live out at Bundaleer in A cabin, in the bush, Where the air is so much cleaner, And there's little need to rush, We have pigs and sheep and ch.. |
~ The PhantomsA Story by~ Are you sure to cross the street? |
Dancing With PhantomsA Poem by A Poet Named GaritI kinda just wanna add this to "A Bad Day" but idk if it would fit cause theyre both written pretty similarly. I feel like this is "A Bad Day"+"Spider.. |
Shortcut through Fisher ParkA Story by New IdentityA shortcut home turns out to be a haunting mistake. The painting used for this story, was actually inspired by this story. |
Dead RaiserA Book by Charleen LangleyAfter a drunk driver crashes into the car Ivy and her mother were inside, Ivy's life was turned upside down. If she's to survive, she must learn that .. |
House Of NothingsA Poem by AnnaI am down the boggy mud, muck and mirethere a chimney smokes never lit by a fire.And inside the dark, between the moss woodthere sits my house where i.. |
HauntedA Poem by Michael R. BurchHauntedbyMichael R. BurchNow I am hereand thoughts of my past mistakes are my brethren.I am witheringand the sweetness of your memory is like a tear.G.. |
SOMETHING IS IN MY ROOMA Poem by QuickbeamExperiences from my childhood, living in a dusty Victorian house. |
Sometimes the DeadA Poem by Michael R. BurchSometimes the Deadby Michael R. BurchSometimes we catch them out of the corners of our eyes:the pale dead.After they have fledthe gourds of their bodi.. |
Oh, the Horror! (Vampire Poetry)A Poem by Michael R. BurchOh the Horror! (Vampire Poetry)Pale Though Her EyesbyMichael R. BurchPale though her eyes,her lips are scarletfrom drinking of blood,this child, this .. |
Sometimes the Dead (revised)A Poem by Michael R. BurchSometimes the DeadbyMichael R. BurchSometimes we catch them out of the corners of our eyes --the pale dead.After they have fledthe gourds of their bod.. |