Tags : hallucination

Sleeping a Bit of Crazy

Sleeping a Bit of Crazy

A Poem by Deborah Hamilton


A bit of sleep, not necessarily the kind sort, still something beyond the rips and snips of slumberland, and the aching afghan-tussle and self-s..
Shattered

Shattered

A Poem by The Forgotten Pen


Something I cooked up when I had an hour to myself, tell me what you think.
K's Psychedelic Breakfast.

K's Psychedelic Breakfast.

A Story by Ken Simm.


A Brave New Letter. With apologies to Pink Floyd.
Alex Rises out of the Cave

Alex Rises out of the Cave

A Story by lyt4


Alex is hit by a car and then strange things start to happen.
Lines: The Drippings from a Golden Umbrella, Collected in Pans and Boiled for Stew

Lines: The Drippings from a Golden Umbrella, Colle..

A Poem by


Should be pretty obvious what produced this.
Scenic Schizophrenia

Scenic Schizophrenia

A Poem by Dylan Rhodes


Self-Destructive behavior is oblivious to the beholder
It was you

It was you

A Chapter by Nikki Cobbler


Marcus' grasp on reality is slipping fast, and he knows he is loosing time.
A breath of fresh air

A breath of fresh air

A Chapter by Nikki Cobbler


Marcus decides to go out for a breath of fresh air
Carlotta Montoya

Carlotta Montoya

A Story by Charlotte E. Blackwell


Carlotta stared in awe at the giant wooden doors of Eldridge Manor. She pushed her glittering green masquerade mask up the bridge of her nose and in..
Perfect Hallucination

Perfect Hallucination

A Poem by Steven


Nothing about her is wrong, really such a marvelous creationNot one error was made on her, she's the perfect hallucinationEverytime I turn my head, I ..
It’s Your World: A Venture to Freedom

It’s Your World: A Venture to Freedom

A Story by Adhi


He had no name, no age and no history recorded by modern society.
I will Protect you for Eternity

I will Protect you for Eternity

A Story by Cassandra


A once dedicated soldier has long since retired, but the memories of war still haunts him. He is left with his only daughter, and the rusty old trinke..
Our Father Sees Every Sparrow Fall

Our Father Sees Every Sparrow Fall

A Story by Robert L.


“Don’t be late for lunch, Sheridan,” she called after the young lad, as the screen door squeaked and slammed shut. “I won&rsq..

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