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  • Poetry » Other
    sand castle
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    Limited are the capabilities of a personFutile are our attemptsTo be anything more than justHuman. The sand runs through our fingers and Like a child Clumsily we bulldozeOur mighty sky ...

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    NaRachel - Apr 11, 2011 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Our World
    5

    Okay, so this is just a rough shot at poetry. Critique would be much appreciated! I know the theme isn't completely clear but... I couldn't think of a way to ...


    HappyDays - Apr 11, 2011 - 2 min read

  • Short Story » General
    Letter from a Simpleton
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    He said I collapsed as soon as the plunger was pushed in. He told me of the horrifying car ride that I spent shut up in the back seat of ...


    ErBear - Apr 11, 2011 - 6 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    The Family Feud: Chapter 4
    3

    Chapter 4: The TellingAs we were driving down the road towards home, Zackariah had found his dad who I didn’t know was actually Lucifer himself. Yeah, just my luck. Anyway, ...


    Qoh16 - Apr 11, 2011 - 5 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    I Tread On Dangerous Ground
    4

    I Tread On Dangerous GroundI tread on dangerous ground.Bombs explode around me.They do not make a sound.I speak the truth.I speak my pain.I would go to the ends of the ...


    popatemyheart1994 - Apr 11, 2011 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » General
    A Makeshift Calamity (Fear)
    5

    A Makeshift CalamityBy: Jacob C. Sometime within the ninety sixth year of the nineteenth century, a cold breeze stumbled gracelessly into the English suburb. Whosoever found this cold day enjoyable ...


    jcipriano1 - Apr 11, 2011 - 18 min read

  • Article / Essay » General
    Breathe
    4

    Breathe This weekend while in my mom’s car coming back from instrument repairs for my euphonium. I looked outside my window took a good look at the trees. Something so ...


    skwaag5233 - Apr 11, 2011 - 3 min read

  • Short Story » General
    To my Beloved
    6

    To my Beloved, Remember the old days by the creek bed? We would splash in the water and slosh through the mud, desperately looking for toads and salamanders. You always ...


    BehindtheMask - Apr 11, 2011 - 5 min read

  • 7

    I wish I was beautiful--Passionate words rolling from my lips like venom,Cheeks smoothed with blush.A smile plastered to my face,Contorted and wretched.I wish I was beautiful--Love pouring from my sou

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    TylynRae - Apr 11, 2011 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Imagine
    3

    Spoiler! : Be kind - completely spur-of-the-moment, so it's probably not too good, and it may not seem to have any meaning!! The leaves drift about on the floor,beneath my ...


    Feardser - Apr 11, 2011 - 2 min read

  • Short Story » Action / Adventure
    Last
    3

    Spoiler! : So the surprise at the end is totally not a surprise because I am about as subtle as the word giraffe (whatever that means). So I hope you ...


    charcoalspacewolfman - Apr 11, 2011 - 6 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Needs Title!
    6

    Has my love left me?Moved on to more promising people?Found a new love to hold her hand?I feel so alone,Another day done by,Without the percence of my love,Without her arms ...


    SilentRain - Apr 11, 2011 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » Fanfiction
    Unsurprising
    8

    Edit: I should explain to the uninitiated (though I thought I kinda explained it in-story, guess not) that Zoro has the unique ability to fall asleep anytime, anyplace, within a ...


    fireheartedkaratepup - Apr 11, 2011 - 6 min read

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    Tongue pressed to cheek.Lips pursed, eyes stitched shut.Attention focused on facade.Silent. Oblivious. Obvious.Dangerous curves insinuating lust, passion.A serpent in disguise. Lips like morphine.A ne

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    TylynRae - Apr 11, 2011 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    1930's Narrative
    5

    This story is about a guy during the Great Depression who later joins the Civilian Conservation Corps, which is the main topic. It's not completely done yet, editing wise. If ...


    Fortissimo - Apr 11, 2011 - 10 min read


As a former (and rather excellent) liar herself, Aru knew that, sometimes, speaking the truth felt like wrenching a thorn out of your side. But doing the opposite meant pretending it wasn't there. And that made every single step ache. It was no way to live.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality