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  • 3

    There was no alarm this morning. I opened my eyes and never shut them again. The wooden seat was still warm when I descended the stairs, the mug of coffee ...

    hawk - Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:36 am

  • 9

    WHY DO YOU WANT TO QUIT? this was perhaps the best poem you've written, except for the last one you wrote and said it was soooo bad. right. and the ...

    Sam - Sun Feb 13, 2005 10:38 pm

  • Short Story » General
    The Harvest

    I wrote a very silly story last year, when I was exploring with point of view. I'm wondering if anyone can give me any critiques or some helpful suggestions? The ...

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    tonten - Sun Feb 13, 2005 6:18 pm

  • 4

    Song – Hope Someone is telling me, That you are going away, Now I know that this chance, Has gone away, I will never know that… I will never know. ...

    Emma - Sun Feb 13, 2005 3:09 pm

  • Short Story » General
    There Is Nothing Left To Lose

    There Is Nothing Left To Lose The wind howled against my window that night and fell to the pane below it. The air behind it was calm like the stagnant ...

    Ohio Impromptu - Sun Feb 13, 2005 12:44 pm

  • 5

    Do you remember melancholy? I’m sure you do, it was all we had. It was a basket of bad news, Wrapped in all we couldn’t take. It became a bad ...

    Ohio Impromptu - Sun Feb 13, 2005 12:36 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Rifts That Would Heal

    Brianna leaned back in the green deck chair, reading the letter she held in her hands. It was a nice letter: full of news, very descriptive, questions were asked about ...

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    britlitfantw - Sun Feb 13, 2005 5:43 am

  • 9

    I liked it. You write really well. I just didn't understand it that well, and in the second paragraph I didn't know whether they were speaking or thinking or whatever. ...

    Willow - Sun Feb 13, 2005 4:51 am

  • Short Story » Action / Adventure
    The Knights of valor p. 1

    this is one of my first stories, hehe... ****************************** Flames and smokes engulfed the village of Houndstooth. The residents scrambled to safety, but few made it. What or who could ...

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    Klaus Von Spindler - Sun Feb 13, 2005 4:26 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    shattered minds

    and what you do not know is that the end of days has already begun. there will be no white horses running through the streets of this penultimate apocalypse. only ...

    faith - Sun Feb 13, 2005 3:28 am

  • Article / Essay » General
    Naomi (Penny) Fowler, 1923-2005

    The flight was miserable, but less miserable than I had expected. The three-year-old behind me was adorable, even though he pulled my hair and drooled a bit. I’m tired and ...

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    MichaelPlaysWithStars - Sun Feb 13, 2005 3:17 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Visions on Soft Grass

    Visions on Soft Grass The shadows of dusk lean heavy on the evening sky as I fall to soft grass. My mind plays a smooth jazz tune painting for me ...

    convintojm - Sun Feb 13, 2005 3:17 am

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    She the Hope Giver

    This is a story that i just finished checking over and fixing. A note for those who don't read Mercedes Lacky: The elves are based off of hers, though this ...

    Kochan - Sat Feb 12, 2005 11:23 pm

  • 12

    The World's First Ostrich Chirp was small. No, he was tiny, a midget. No he was practically microscopic! He hated being small. He wished he would have a sudden growth ...

    jennydragonlover - Sat Feb 12, 2005 10:10 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    The End Too Soon

    She sits alone rocking in the corner Trying to remember what happened to her She knows now why there is a mourner She knows who it was in the back ...

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    Nikki - Sat Feb 12, 2005 5:47 pm

You must never give into despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road, and you surrender to your lowest instincts. In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength.
— Uncle Iroh