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  • Short Story » General
    The Fire
    7

    Across the room, his eyes met hers - the joining of two lost souls, searching for someone to find them. It wasn’t a moment that stopped time around them. It ...

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    Morran - Tue Dec 21, 2004 4:56 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    babygirl
    6

    babygirl she was reading a poem about a girl who got her cherry popped thinking about perverted things but mostly sadness and the size of her thighs she was waiting ...

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    woolmittens - Tue Dec 21, 2004 3:19 am

  • Short Story » General
    Carpet Calender
    4

    My tiger-print curtains are drawn back and the window is wound open half-way. I don't know about you, but I can feel a grey breeze that slips into my room ...


    Liz - Mon Dec 20, 2004 7:39 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    chained
    11

    Never again, never again, Will I succumb to the back of your hand, Forever bruised, Scars you will never see. I tried to burn these lies but they keep coming ...


    Wulie - Sun Dec 19, 2004 5:21 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Snow
    7

    Snow falls hard onto the cold ground on which a lone man lies down, waiting for death. It is so cold that his blood seems to freeze, no matter the ...


    randy - Sun Dec 19, 2004 2:00 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Planet Dreams I
    5

    Planet dreams I Come forth children, don’t be scared, I mean you no harm, join with me, Everworld, Let us dwell in the ever-lasting innocence and purity. Come forth children, ...


    Zion - Sat Dec 18, 2004 10:18 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Kingdom of Shadow
    9

    This is another story from my world as well. Hope you like it... Its not finished though _________________________________________ Elenor. A city of beauty, its marble towers engraved with golden runes, ...


    Zion - Sat Dec 18, 2004 9:38 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Not that simple.
    6

    And I swear I wont let you win again, the angels above bleeding for you, the pearly white gates of perfection Covered in roaring fire of hate And I can't ...


    Wulie - Sat Dec 18, 2004 1:24 pm

  • Short Story » Action / Adventure
    Escape
    10

    Yes, it is him, the man with the silver eyes. He’s tall and imposing, intimidating in the least. His shaggy mane of hair was a sickening brown. He inspired fear ...


    Willow - Sat Dec 18, 2004 4:55 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    beneath the skin
    9

    groggy blood wanders sleepily in my veins, hauling its great load and never safe from the papery, flimsy film of my white skin. it is hardly immortal; rather weak and ...


    Liz - Sat Dec 18, 2004 4:33 am

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    Road Trip 1. The shadowy grass made a wet squish with each step. Thomas followed Rocky as they crossed the soccer field. “So,” Thomas said. “Where exactly are we going?” ...


    WinterGrimm - Fri Dec 17, 2004 11:30 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Unreasonable Progress (Edited)
    16

    Don't read this if you are offended by swearing. I gave it a PG13 rating for the language, but it's fine if younger people read it. I just gave it ...

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    J. Wilder - Fri Dec 17, 2004 3:40 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    darker times
    6

    i've had a lot of people like this but i've never been satisfied with brutally honest When she's just talking to me And it feels like she's SCREAMING IN MY ...

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    rayannes life - Fri Dec 17, 2004 3:13 am

  • Poetry » Other
    letting you go
    4

    I feel the presence of you the joy, the laughter, those things that you once new I feel the presure of you the worry that I went through You sit ...


    watergirlwriter3 - Fri Dec 17, 2004 1:15 am

  • 6

    one night your window was open so i sat on the sill and watched you try to sleep i told you that i could fly you out of this place ...

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    rayannes life - Fri Dec 17, 2004 1:07 am


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