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Titanic - A puppeteer's adventure.

Titanic - A puppeteer's adventure.

A Stage Play by Adelia Alighieri


The latest stage play I completed a few days ago. The whole concept of the puppets enacting Titanic lies behind personification. For my play, my team ..
Rageddy Ann's Dollhouse

Rageddy Ann's Dollhouse

A Story by quarintine_deathangel


We all exist with writhing, strung, wrists under this roof in Rageddy Ann's Dollhouse
Puppet God

Puppet God

A Poem by Aethereal


About the Puppet Master and his ways.
Why Must it Exist?

Why Must it Exist?

A Poem by Kiara Auddino


The thing that some people hate and some people love.
Kismet

Kismet

A Story by papercliphugs


A girl gets a visit from Death himself in the middle of the night, coming to take her mother away. A short fictitious story about the question: are we..
Persona

Persona

A Poem by RoyRogers


So many masks which one to pick? The perfect mask and the perfect trick. Which one is right for every occasion and everything ends when you end the il..
Saturday Surprise - Movie, "The Hugga Bunch Movie"

Saturday Surprise - Movie, "The Hugga Bunch Movie"

A Story by dw817


Remember what the Bookworm told you ? Affection, hugging, and being needed. That's better than any old magic berries any time.
To all poet

To all poet

A Poem by mask-of-shadow


Poetry is the art of the mind with words. It can do many of the thing all art covey. Paint a picture, flow like a song, and even tell a story. Poets a..
Puppets and Pawns

Puppets and Pawns

A Poem by S.F


Shackle your mindsSew your brainsWith the filth and liesWe feed you todayLets play a little gameWith different faces and namesYes, a bloody masquerade..
The Puppet In Us

The Puppet In Us

A Poem by Writefor


It was something i wrote idk if its any good or how to classify it but i like it and so does others, just wanted to post and get opinions by others
Strings

Strings

A Poem by ayejodie


When you dance, your a lone body. Rubbing off other bodies. My eyes are closed and I imagine time is still. The talking switched off for a moment..
The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer

A Poem by Spencer Barker


The puppeteer leaves,smoking jacket in laying upon the eaves.Tools of striking, of scraping,they are no more.The mantles hold but not one,but two, thr..

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