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  • Poetry » Other
    Guarded Procession
    9

    Water cannons, Balloons, And hose pipes. Snubbing out the torch And lifting my foot From the depression of skulls. I stand back, Soaking wet. The rain falls sportingly, And, in ...


    Tharlam Gyatso - Jun 24, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Feebly Hell You're In.
    3

    Scribble, scribble, scribble. After reading Macbeth, i jotted poetic words that seemed to be correlated with my feelings that moment. Popped in my head, onto writing.....Enjoy! -----------------------


    Echolair - Jun 24, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Ocean Song
    3

    Fell into the ocean, into the dark I see black-hearted angels swim with me taking me deeper into my bottomless sea all my past and futures were with me all ...


    Rjjr_vectra - Jun 24, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Script » General
    My first screenplay
    2

    Opening credits end on a sign for Terminal A-10. Brown curly hair is visible under the sign, but no head. Zoom out to a typical airport terminal. CHAZ is fully ...


    Took - Jun 24, 2008 - 3 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    A Flower of Hope: Prologue
    11

    I rewrote this (again) and changed the title. I hope you all enjoy it! ^^ -------------------------------------- Lilly: Lilly sat on the bed, her arms wrapped around herself to warm up. ...


    Abocreature - Jun 24, 2008 - 3 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    what are homosexuals for?
    10

    the light kills my sleep—an interloper a fierce warrior spearing my lids. I lie awake as my mother runs her mouth, every word she speaks is a casualty. I count ...


    Medusa - Jun 24, 2008 - 2 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Sabihah's Note (part 3 and 4) edited
    2

    note* burqa is an arabic dress for women with long sleeves and that reaches the ancles.3. Things Without ValueThe four o’clock alarm rang. Cooks scrambled to prepare breakfast for the ...


    lluvialover - Jun 23, 2008 - 10 min read

  • Short Story » General
    The "Happiest" Place on Earth
    5

    This was a story I wrote for my Creative Writing Class. I had a lot of fun with it Any comments are much appreciated! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disneyland: the happiest, and my ...


    InvisibleInkx - Jun 23, 2008 - 4 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Insomnia
    6

    Well, it's 11:30 where I am, and still, not sleep. I'm tired to the point of tears right now, but there's this little thing called insomnia that does this everynight. ...


    jenni321 - Jun 23, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » General
    Escape
    8

    At two thirty in the morning I am all ready to go. I have nothing to take with me, except the note that everyone is supposed to bring, and of ...


    2Write4ALLways - Jun 23, 2008 - 15 min read

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Cantarella
    4

    June 19, 1612 My story starts with a prick of blood, flowing endlessly down, past the second story window of the crowded city streets, behind the castle walls. The blood, ...


    moosiegirl - Jun 23, 2008 - 6 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Frostbitten
    3

    The weather is gloomy in your eyes, Winter has come again. Like usual, you are frozen in your emotions, And your lips are trembling. I will not come again, Not ...


    ConformandObey_ItsFun - Jun 23, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » General
    My Inked Hands
    7

    It was dark and I was on my knees, my hands pressing against the chest of my dear friend. My friend was hurt badly. Bleeding from the chest. My dear ...


    Poppy Mare - Jun 23, 2008 - 3 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Blackbeards tale
    8

    all gather close, all gather near! I have a great story I want you to hear! The tale is of Blackbeard a mighty pirate was he the story begins in ...


    hobbes - Jun 23, 2008 - 2 min read

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    Sorry it's taken so long! I'm lazy, so if you want the link to part one, it's above the post. ^_~ ___ (2) He said, “Oh, yes you can. Just ...


    Sam - Jun 23, 2008 - 8 min read


Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
— Marianne Moore