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  • Short Story » General
    Giving In
    5

    The phone rang, and she rolled out of bed in order to glance at the caller ID. It was him, and within seconds, she was wide awake and ecstatic. Her ...


    LiNdSeYo7 - Sun Dec 26, 2004 8:14 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Hall of 100 Mirrors
    11

    I walk down the Hall Of one hundred mirrors. In each one I see a different face staring back at me even though they're all the same In one,who I ...


    niteowl - Sun Dec 26, 2004 6:20 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Democracy
    6

    Democracy ‘Let the fight begin’ the leaders cry ‘For a better nation for Australians to live in!’ There are tears of relief as a man is sentenced to the ward ...


    dyingmoon - Sun Dec 26, 2004 10:43 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Pohutukawa Summer
    4

    I wasnt sure where to put this one, but being sick of putting stuff in "Other" I posted it here. It doesnt actually have a title. I cant think of ...


    bubblewrapped - Sat Dec 25, 2004 5:49 am

  • Poetry » Other
    magnetic poetry
    14

    Written at the Wizard's Chest (the greatest store in existence). Not profound, perhaps, but I like it. language of impossible machines the sound she flies like bliss to be truth, ...


    Galatea - Sat Dec 25, 2004 4:12 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Thought-Blossoms
    3

    Again, I dont know where this came from. It started out as something completely different. And the commas are gone. Thought-Blossoms To say that I think too much Would grossly ...


    bubblewrapped - Fri Dec 24, 2004 11:33 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Driftwood
    8

    As I lie amidst the seaweed on a beach of mournful sighs, I find that I am drowning in other people's tears. Shall I cry too? And mix my tears ...


    bubblewrapped - Fri Dec 24, 2004 3:19 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Pain Within
    9

    -Some body congratulate me on my longest poem yet!- How can she sit there laughing, at the TV screen? While I sit here crying, slowly dying. Wondering if I’ll ever ...


    uniaeca - Thu Dec 23, 2004 9:01 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Bomb
    10

    This is a short piece I wrote after seeing a TV programme about the first of the Bali bombings. I wondered what on earth could drive a person to be ...


    bubblewrapped - Thu Dec 23, 2004 1:13 am

  • Novel / Chapter » Science Fiction
    Chapter 1 (Taking suggestions for a title)
    8

    I've been working on a novel for a little while and this is what I have so far. I'm headed in a couple of directions after this part and I ...


    Ayren - Thu Dec 23, 2004 1:03 am

  • Poetry » Other
    FIREBIRD
    11

    Born from ashes, Alive through fear of others. Beautiful creature, Yet hides a tortured soul. Feathered wings, Cannot bring him to heaven. Red and gold, Reflects the harshness of the ...


    -KayJuran- - Wed Dec 22, 2004 11:49 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    DRAGON
    16

    A tribute 2 Crysi... Leathery wings, Take me high. Desperately, I hold on tight. Smoke he snorts, In a puff of cloud. Fire he breathes, Surrounds as a shroud. The ...


    -KayJuran- - Wed Dec 22, 2004 11:48 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Change Is Necessary
    4

    Change is Necessary. I cannot control your role in life, And so I must despise, The way that you have chosen. I see it in your eyes. Everytime we are ...


    -KayJuran- - Wed Dec 22, 2004 11:45 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    My Heart Has Been Sealed
    12

    Lost in my thoughts, Fighting, searching. Long have I sought, for a way of loving. No matter how I try, No matter what I do. I cannot seem to find, ...


    -KayJuran- - Wed Dec 22, 2004 11:43 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    A World Away
    39

    Prologue The Dragons started it. They always do, though they never seem to know what it is that they are doing while they’re doing it. Afterwards they always take responsibility ...


    Duskglimmer - Wed Dec 22, 2004 8:42 pm


"The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein