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  • Poetry » Dramatic
    The Press of Small Hours
    4

    ....a train lowing What does it mean, to low?in a star-plucked field, This is pretty, but it means very little, besides perhaps "separated from fate". But judging by the fact ...


    bonafide - Jan 28, 2007 - 2 min read

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Assailed #1
    4

    "So where will you go from here? You say no one will take you in?" Liza hugged her knees close to her chest and emitted a small noise resembling a ...


    Riedawriter23 - Jan 28, 2007 - 7 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    kaleidoscopes dulled to black
    6

    fuck him. is what you'd think I'd say but I'm too caught up with yesterday. only he can sing those memorable suicidal serenades with his lullabies to paralyze and heavy ...


    beyond.the.horizon - Jan 28, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Other » General
    short story of the holocaust
    7

    Meeting the Silence It was late at night when we arrived at Auschwitz, smoke rose in the air. The gates opened up, we heard screams, and dogs barking. I was ...


    JC - Jan 28, 2007 - 2 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    Longer Section then...
    3

    It was a normal small town park, bright colorful slides, squeaky half-broken swings. Everything I remembered from my childhood park experiences. I left Craig’s side and went to sit on ...


    JC - Jan 28, 2007 - 7 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Soldiers in a Wood
    5

    I wrote this for an english class assignment. I don't usually write too much poetry, so I'd appreciate any advice you have to give Tall, they stand in rows- Erect ...


    last mohican - Jan 28, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    Elemental: chapter 3
    5

    Jason and Phil just stared at each other. There was a long silence till Kevin stirred and woke up. "My head, what happened?" "Kevin!" Yelled Elena. "Your okay!" Kevin sat ...


    piepiemann22 - Jan 28, 2007 - 6 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Grinding with Jehovah
    2

    Brown sweat on my fingerprints, I wipe acoustics’s brow again with a rag from the stranger's Levi jeans. It's stained with holy water and blotches the souls we've bled profuse ...


    xanthan gum - Jan 28, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Article / Essay » General
    Deidicated to Wei Qi
    2

    Just a week ago, I was walking back to the classroom, feeling empty and rather lonesome after being reprimanded by my teacher. Bitterly I shuffled back to class. On the ...

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    walawala - Jan 28, 2007 - 7 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    Epilogue of Derren
    3

    Ok, this is in the present tense - I wrote this partly to get myself back into writing mode, partly to see what finally happens to Derren and partly to ...


    Swires - Jan 28, 2007 - 2 min read

  • Lyrics » General
    Avalanche
    2

    I'm crying and I have no idea why I'm thinking thoughts That don't even make sense I'm just trying To understand what's going on CHORUS The paint's been there forever ...


    niteowl - Jan 28, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Ghost
    10

    a ghost lingers in the doorway silently watching and listening to the lives that flow around it it. . . or him I cannot tell which but sometimes in the ...


    Phoenixfire - Jan 27, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    Small section of Illusions...
    12

    They were everywhere, floating silver creatures guarding every cell in the damp, earthy tunnel. I was walking down it, my back was against the wall. Distantly I remembered that the ...


    JC - Jan 27, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Lyrics » General
    When we were one
    1

    When life was bad, I always took your hand. I led you on. I had to pretend I was strong. It could be that you thought, We were inseparable. That ...


    moosiegirl - Jan 27, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Saved
    8

    Yesterday was glorious, The day that I was saved. Locks released to open arms, For before I was enslaved. The lord forgave my every sin, Washed over every wrong, Balanced ...


    Riedawriter23 - Jan 27, 2007 - 1 min read


I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!
— Charles Perrault