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  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Gathering Hope.
    5

    Gathering Hope. shattered time and memories gone....just lost and unloved just like they knew...just like they knew shed be when shed waste her time traveling toward that dream...that one dream ...


    katie - Sep 7, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Script » General
    The Warleader Script
    8

    I hope you guys like it! I put in a lot of work into this script, although I have to thank TA Orbitals for providing most of the script, I ...


    Griffinkeeper - Sep 7, 2005 - 12 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    It Was Only Love
    22

    Have you seen the way she stares into his eyes while he's looking in the other direction, or the times she forces her lips onto his, and all the missed ...


    Firestarter - Sep 7, 2005 - 1 min read

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    Under the Desert Sky The predawn light was crisp and clear in that early morning, in the middle of the Judean desert outside the Latrun fortress. The sun was just ...


    sabradan - Sep 7, 2005 - 30 min read

  • Short Story » Romantic
    The Decision
    8

    [size=18] The Decision[/size] Sarah placed the phone on the receiver gently and felt a giggle rise up within her. She had to squeeze her hands to her sides to prevent ...


    Tríona - Sep 7, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Untie the Yellow Ribbon
    5

    (A tad old, so you'll have to keep the titsy bitsy political sentiment in perspective. Just thought I'd... catch up and say sumpin. Hi all again, I suppose.) In the ...

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    VariousUndine - Sep 7, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Rant
    3

    Nothing ever changes Nothing ever moves I swim around in circles In the same old lifeless room And talk about the mirror man The whispers in my ear again The ...


    Rincewind - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    I love it. I mean you.
    3

    Let me forget let me forget Or let me go let me go I'll keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low low low Never The biggest word ...


    Rincewind - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Black Tail.
    4

    We move like cagey tigers, oh We couldn’t get closer that this The way we talk The way we walk The way we stalk The way we hiss We slip ...


    Rincewind - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » General
    Aidan's Day Chapter One
    8

    Sep. 4th. 2007 5:00 P.M. Tuesday So. I’ve never written a biography before-well, that’s not true, I wrote one on Lincoln in the third grade just like everyone else. Just ...

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    cattycass - Sep 6, 2005 - 21 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    Wishes Chapter 1-3
    5

    Wrote this a couple of years ago. Not interested in rewriting it any time soon. Just wanted to share it will you. Chapter One The dank stench was almost unbearable. ...


    Rei - Sep 6, 2005 - 41 min read

  • Other » General
    Hurricane Katrina
    1

    Hey this is not realated to anything in this site, but I was wondering if there is anyone using this site that was involved in the chaos of it...if so ...


    AngelBaby88 - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    first poem in a looooooong time
    3

    Sometimes, the faintest candlelight is the best protection everyone knows that monsters can’t survive in the light. if you want you can hide under the blankets with me, that’s cool ...


    Misty - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 10

    Who do you think you are anyway? You think I got problems! Just cause my hair is blue and purple And there’s metal stuff sticking out of my face Don’t ...


    Tríona - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 3

    [size=18]Chapter 1 A Beginning[/size] Yorkshire 1821 Elizabeth’s eyes flickered slowly over the faded tapestry as she paused briefly to scrutinize her work. Her bottle green eyes were steadily becom


    Tríona - Sep 6, 2005 - 3 min read


"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein