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Version 1.2 The ghosts of little boys walk down the street suited, tied and matching in their workaday formality, their faces lost to drudgery and daily apathy. While others age ...

I keep to my human form as I walk through the town towards our meeting spot, a clearing just inside the forest with a small stream bed going through it. ...

There was an ominous feel to the night, a smell of danger and the lingering hint of unseen horrors lurking in the shadows. Wind howled through trees and brought showers ...

Okay, hopfully part 2 will be better than part 1. Please review after reading! Sadly I couldn't think of a title for this one... oh well. Chapter 1, Part 2, ...

Hi, so I wrote this short story for my school's contest called Reflections. It's a creative arts contest and I hope this story is okay. I've already handed it in, ...

As I wake A tune so sweet Sparkles in my mind Pen and paper can not capture The joy of music The rhyme of sound And the happiness I feel ...

[pre]I'm asked so often what are my fears? So often i lie and say i truely have none knowing i can only lie to myself for so long before it ...

sorry for the false info, but its far to short and its far from ready yet. will let know when its done __________________________________________ In a place like this, death is ...

“Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.” - Jules de Gaultier Ivan locked the door. Crossing the apartment room, he fingered the plastic bag in his coat ...

‘Hard A.I.’ The near whisper of the voice echoed in the otherwise silent room, ricocheting off the white, ceramic walls and the hard corners. All semblance of warmth was drained ...

A little old, but hey, it's been a while, hmm? Hello Even the smell of the bus is starting to feel like home My house is just somewhere that makes ...

Carol was a thin woman in her late fifties. She scurried out of her house and knocked on her neighbor’s door rapidly. She was in a fix and her neighbor, ...

Gorgeous, as usual. I fear I will be pulled up for a useless crit or two, but really, I couldn't walk by without letting you know what I thought, whether ...

Prompt in a nutshell: How the world will be 50 - 100 years from now. Not how it should be, how it will be. Back it up. About 500 words. ...