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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    My Life for now!!
    5

    Tears and sweat I don't know when yet. Questions need answering answers need questioning. I don't know whats happening. I bow like a sapling. This is not the me that ...


    InnerTurmoil - Tue Jan 11, 2005 6:05 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    [Is this my good bye?]
    3

    Another day rising to its end, The bus journey home confronts me, Screaming kids and splitting headaches, Goodbye for another night. The questions in my heart riding to my confusion, ...


    Wulie - Tue Jan 11, 2005 4:58 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Attire
    6

    1. Boston 52 You can see everything that is inside reflected in the window if it's past five-thirty on a winter's night, and the light in the room is on. ...


    Liz - Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:53 am

  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure
    Opening to (hopefully) a novel
    25

    This is the opening to a novel I have in my head. Hopefully, it will eventually get put onto paper. I know it needs revising, and I'd really like some ...


    DarkerSarah - Tue Jan 11, 2005 2:59 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Closing Chapters
    5

    Closing chapters of my life, trying not to look back as I loosen my grip on childish fantasies, now phantoms. The fog clears and i see what was really there ...


    asyouwish - Tue Jan 11, 2005 2:28 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Undefiled
    8

    She strode past soot-stained buildings, past grungy gamblers, clinking chips and taunting each other, slurring obsceneties and bragging about fictional escapades. Her white dress, unnoticed by the gamblers, flows delicate ...


    asyouwish - Tue Jan 11, 2005 1:44 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Oh So Obselete
    6

    Watching her hands, I think if I have only one regret (I don’t think I could handle more) let it be that I didn’t learn how to make magic, make ...


    convintojm - Tue Jan 11, 2005 1:36 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Fairy Tale of Childhood
    16

    Do you remember when we used to play limbs intertwined one person two heads? How about the coppery taste of blood As I pulled your first Tooth? A callous sacrifice ...


    Myriadne - Tue Jan 11, 2005 12:49 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Connection
    8

    He sat on the edge of his bed at midnight staring at into the night. Straight ahead is nothing but an empty field. Barren-a piece of the earth that the ...


    Chevy - Tue Jan 11, 2005 12:22 am

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    No One Knows
    4

    Hey ya'll-this is just the beginning of one of my stories. I'll post the rest if anyone wants. I just thought I'd keep this short...idk...ya ok...here it goes... I ran ...

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    mphillips - Sun Jan 09, 2005 10:17 pm

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    This was really good guys! I wish I had something to say...but I don't. *sigh*


    Sam - Sun Jan 09, 2005 8:38 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Through the Poppies
    11

    My brightly colored wings fluttered up and down, taking in the dazzling sunlight and the soft breeze. Fields and fields of orange and yellow poppies decended before me. I flitted ...


    daria_TV - Sun Jan 09, 2005 8:07 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    [Last night.]
    7

    I waited last night, My hair in place for you, Hours of perfection unoticed My flaws hidden beneath my mask. Seconds passed, Minutes mounted, Hours left me alone, Guests arrive ...


    Wulie - Sun Jan 09, 2005 12:39 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Eternity
    9

    This is something I've been meaning to write for ages and only just gotten around to doing. I'm not sure whether the titles any good so I might be changing ...


    dreaming_mouse - Sun Jan 09, 2005 12:17 pm

  • Short Story » General
    The Tedworth Ghost
    6

    This is only the start to this story. It's kind of an introduction. It all started that fateful day. My father, one of the most respected magistrates in England was ...


    Willow - Sun Jan 09, 2005 7:26 am


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