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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    [Words]
    4

    Sunset settling on the clouds, Of sadistic lies, The drum beat accompanying, My tears as they bleed. Pieces of me falling apart, The words you used to glue me together, ...


    Wulie - Mon Jan 17, 2005 9:25 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    The Quest
    10

    It's pretty good stuff. I noticed you tend to use the past perfect tense a lot (at least I think that's what it's called). For example, where you say "had ...


    randy - Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:58 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure
    The Room...my novel
    28

    Okay I know I just posted yesterday but I reviewed two pieces of work before posting this so technically I'm in the clear, right? This is the beginning of my ...


    Misty - Mon Jan 17, 2005 6:17 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Screaming Roses
    11

    the earth takes rootthe trees fallas mankind follows suitthe end of all That's a very suitable, decent ending for a poem like this. However, I found a few flaws. One ...


    Chevy - Mon Jan 17, 2005 3:33 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Open, simple
    5

    How easily those three words slipfrom my mouth, sweetly to your lip.You kiss me as you always doeverything seems so simple with you.There are no secrets hidden deepnot mumbling worries ...

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    The-Fire-godess - Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:36 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    That Look
    6

    I struggled equally to follow the directions I printed from the web and not to let you know that we’re lost as you sit consenting in a makeshift blindfold made ...


    convintojm - Mon Jan 17, 2005 3:42 am

  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure
    A new book, hopefully
    11

    This is a co-write i'm doing with a friend of mine. I had to write the beginning, with the boy as the main person, and she's starting the next day. ...


    Misty - Mon Jan 17, 2005 1:52 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Needing You
    5

    Each time I'm sad, you're always thereTo solve my problems and listen to my deepest fears.Waiting to mend it all with a single kiss.I know I've hurt you many timesyet ...

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    The-Fire-godess - Sun Jan 16, 2005 9:32 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    [War]
    14

    The night dissolves beneath me, I awake to the atmosphere of war, The house shaking, Beneath the rumble of the planes. Voices rise between my family, Tears adorned with fear, ...


    Wulie - Sun Jan 16, 2005 1:11 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Snow-revised and more better!
    6

    I posted this story a while ago, but now it's edited. Thanks for readin'! ------------ A lone man lies on the ground, straining to keep alive. It is so cold ...


    randy - Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:06 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » General
    Eternity; Chapter one
    3

    If you critic this please take out all your stress on me and be as brutal as you can : 1 A young man with ruby red eyes stood to ...


    dreaming_mouse - Sat Jan 15, 2005 6:43 pm

  • 4

    Just a bunch of rambling thoughts... Strange, how cutting grass in October still smells, feels, seems like summer times and lying on the grass listening to bad local bands in ...


    Matt Bellamy - Sat Jan 15, 2005 2:37 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    rockstars have no hearts
    3

    yes, total stranger, i resorted to attempting telepathy two nights ago, when the silence was cutting, unforgiving, threatening to plunge my mind into insanity before long. so i thought, a ...


    Liz - Sat Jan 15, 2005 6:45 am

  • Short Story » General
    Fleshmarket
    4

    Okay, this goes on where I left Burkand Hare. The hours seemed to become days as I waited for the cock to crow. Knowing that they’d come around at dawn ...


    Willow - Sat Jan 15, 2005 6:01 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    *Sleeping Heaven*
    8

    An old tire swing, a white wooden porch. Sunshine and fresh breezes play. I see you walk up and run to you. I hug you and kiss you and hold ...


    InnerTurmoil - Sat Jan 15, 2005 12:59 am


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