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  • Poetry » Narrative

    Thunderstorm On the interstate one dismal afternoon All seemed too peaceful and quiet The swollen clouds rolled and churned The smell of rain enriched the heavy air The gray sky ...

    Writersdomain - Tue Mar 01, 2005 11:07 pm

  • 16

    well when i saw the title, i didnt know what to expect - i thought maybe i should ignore it and pass on or something... (as you may realise, i ...

    -KayJuran- - Tue Mar 01, 2005 10:51 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Can Anyone Hear Me?

    Please, tell me that somebody's out there And that my cries do not go unheard Because my voice is getting weak From all the screaming that I've done And I ...

    Duskglimmer - Tue Mar 01, 2005 8:21 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    twilight procrastination

    the refreshing taste of nicotine smoke and orange juice at four in the morning the fabulous eeriness of late night/early morning children's tv and the first few beams of sunlight ...

    Firestarter - Tue Mar 01, 2005 6:50 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » General
    Smoke and dust 3 - the town

    Somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed. The town was about to wake. I limped to the window. As though a giant signal had gone of people appeared simultaneously their ...

    Willow - Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:49 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Gone Away Home( I changed it)

    Yeah it's a lot different than before because if someone tells me something's wrong with it,I edit like crazy. Anyway, please critique... or else lol: A thick cloud of ash ...

    VoraciousReader_545 - Tue Mar 01, 2005 12:36 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    The Real World

    Ok im not sure where to put this poem so it will have to do in here Ok here goes The Real World Welcome to the real world, labour away ...

    Shadow Knight - Tue Mar 01, 2005 10:59 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    For my Father on his Birthday

    A few thoughts on this poem. It's for my Dad's 49th birthday on Saturday. I like starting it in the middle of a thought, because that's how it came to ...

    Galatea - Tue Mar 01, 2005 8:11 am

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Needs title :-)

    The Start of Things Miranda wasn’t surprised when the ghost that lived in her garage finally spoke to her, she had suspected it would ever since she figured out that ...

    hekategirl - Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:51 am

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    The Wanderings Part 1 (so far)

    Moop. What happened to my other story thread? O.o

    Shadow Knight - Tue Mar 01, 2005 5:41 am

  • 7

    a madding pain like no other it tears my brain asunder a madding pain in my head i think that i shall soon be dead

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    magusthemad - Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:44 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Peace and solitude

    Peace and solitude (some have said this is depressing, you have been warned) ------------------------ The light has abandoned you to me Why do you persist Why do you insist That ...

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    magusthemad - Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:41 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    The City of Time

    The City of Time Rusted bells clang together in bitter defeat The cold and desolate bell tower Rolling waves roar against the weeping docks Churning and coiling in the wrenching ...

    Writersdomain - Tue Mar 01, 2005 2:40 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Reserved Tears

    Curled on a garden chair overlooking Morning Glories shriveled by an overcast dusk thinking of a boy who belongs to her past and the small back corner of her heart. ...

    convintojm - Mon Feb 28, 2005 8:56 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic


    faith - Mon Feb 28, 2005 7:43 pm

"Cowards die many times before their deaths; but the valiant will never taste of death but once."
— Julius Caesar