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Dangerous Games

Dangerous Games

A Story by A-Jay Apocalypse


"Unlike the man before him, he wasn't the heir to anything--just the son of a dead rich man with nothing better to do than play murderous games with o..
somthing unique

somthing unique

A Poem by Matt


Ive just become what they all expected.An artistic failure of wasted youth.Such stereotypes convinced me it was worthless.To try to escape.In the end ..
The hunting party

The hunting party

A Poem by Haim Kadman


A sixty words snippet of a short scene of a party in some East European country.
Please Don't Shoot Me Down

Please Don't Shoot Me Down

A Poem by Javan


Something I wrote on a bus while listening to a Lil Wayne song of the same name.
Shoot the Breeze

Shoot the Breeze

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist


with my pencil poised to write, I think back to days of past, where I could say I was alright, however, unsure.
Tenacious Blossom

Tenacious Blossom

A Poem by Elizabeth


There is something about hope,that seems to have the tenacity ofa tender green shoot pushing throughlayers of icy, fallen snow to the welcoming embrac..
Just A Dream

Just A Dream

A Story by The Violent Wolf


this really was just a dream, it scared me though haha and this is a kind of old dream, it was a couple months ago
Judy O'Ree

Judy O'Ree

A Poem by Will


I wanna tell you the story of a dear old friend of mine. Her name was Judy O'Ree, and damn was that girl fine! She had locks of gold and eyes of ..
Chapter Two

Chapter Two

A Chapter by Hollie


I stare at my reflection. I am a short, slim girl with hair that falls over my chest, hanging in ringlets. My eyes are big and round, pools of ocean d..
Icarus, Chapter 3: Noises

Icarus, Chapter 3: Noises

A Poem by gabiaimee


There are too many
LAST RIDE TO SEDONA

LAST RIDE TO SEDONA

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


writing in self destructive mode
Lost Bambi

Lost Bambi

A Poem by Emily


Mamma, why did they have to kill you?
Midnight Darkened Road

Midnight Darkened Road

A Story by CMaxwell


It was supposed to be a routine stop on this dark, quiet night. The vehicle was pulled over for a minor traffic violation but the driver had much more..
Tour of Duty

Tour of Duty

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


visited the VA yesterday. Can you tell?
What did we do?

What did we do?

A Poem by davidramos12344


this poem is about why do the fuzz hate young black/Hispanic.

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