Evangelina

Prologue Angel from the sky Perugia was situated between undulating emerald hills of magnificence, nestled next to immense, voluptuous mountains. The hills were dotted with dark green pines and the ...

I screamed a mouse's ferocity Tongues lapping in the distance They don't hear me Ears plugged with judgment How will I leave this mess? No strength for convention None for ...

Touch-- This, bliss of tactile trust; Ignorance in a dusty bottle labeled Kirin. Drink away your nothing, Become nothing. Better than foolish wisdom. Words are meaningless without power and those ...

With a semi-automatic tucked behind a jean pocket a life of policed solitude and desperation framed by hopeless attempts at chocolate kisses ending with misery and thrown-away wrappers There is ...

The Six Dumbest Brothers Based off the Chinese fairy tale Once upon a time in a far, far, far away land—there lived an emperor with a pearl. The land was ...

A mindless pollutant fills your brain as the matriarch mindlessly drones passing fugitive moments where you think “perhaps I have a chance” --but no. you have been gravely mistaken there ...

Chapter One “What the hell,” barked Perez, “I thought I said fast and clean, I thought I told you to make it a quickie? It was nice and easy, Bridget, ...

Watch the angels behind closed eyelids; they dance like spectrums of golden light, beautiful in swirls of truth and mist, mixing their way into the air, the sweetest perfume. The ...

they whisper, “ignore what you see, your inner eye is blind” and of course you believe them. they are the masters of deceit, those wielders of power a few bucks ...

...I guess I just dont get it. The words are pretty enough, but I don't see the connection. L1 of S1, however, was excellent. A great start!

A very poorly written review on The Hours by Michael Cunningham. Please do not crit the writing itself, just read the damn book. So here we go: The Hours By ...

she whispers winter in the land across the sea she whispered winter deep her roots planted, reaching, touching bark and skin all mixed within oil, splinters, the joy of feeling ...

ACACIA Acacia, the first book to the trilogy, is a thrilling, beautifully written piece of literature that fantasy-lovers and fiction readers alike will enjoy. It has twists and turns, shows ...

she calls me beautiful with quivering lips and trembling thighs; the lipsticks’ smeared on the pig; all dressed up in high heels with the smell of Vodka, --a lingering taste ...

The sky fades from sapphire to gold, clouds like patches of unpainted canvas, the horizon a line of smeared pastels, this is where the child remains. While waves of foaming ...

With faded glory, the wet cement lies, muddied and spewed with gutter waste; cracks like spidery webs lining the gray, and moss with soggy tendrils inching forward. The flower, an ...

chapter one: an outstanding delay Andrea Rudovik checked the clock for the fifty-seventh time. It told her—or at least, what she thought it told her--that midnight had come and gone, ...

Chapter two: resentment and regret Michael Rudovik could hear his aunt’s shuffling, even behind the closed doors of her den. His room was right down the hall from hers, what ...

The Emperor’s Children "Marina Thwaite, Danielle Minkoff and Julian Clarke were buddies at Brown, certain that they would soon do something important in the world. But as all near 30, ...

she calls me beautiful With quivering lips and trembling thighs, and all dressed up in high heels with the stench of hot sherry, --a lingering taste of metal and sugar, ...

There is a whisper on the wind, and a thousand dancing fairies touch the sky. For every breathe there is color, and for every color there is life. In the ...

[inspired by true events] The voices were back, hauntingly familiar. They always returned—sometimes after a long drink of something warm and cozy, sometimes after the feel of soft fur between ...

I hope this is alright? BOOK OF THE WEEK Week 9/22-9/29 Book 1 After 103 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list and with four million copies of The ...

A Dying Diction Billows, screams, oozes of tattooed regret; a sun-gazer of proportions, I tread short steps, while deaf to concerned pleas, and turning a blind eye to the woe-begotten ...

Yes, my siggy is from this poem I wrote, just changed a bit. My first stab at two-lined poetry. Enjoy. Carpe Diem Sing and cry, for when you die, who ...

1. October 16th 1936 Yablochnoye, Ukraine Yvette Chikatilo was screaming, blood pouring down her legs, her voice carrying throughout the small hut and into the village; where interested and revolted ...

You Whispered Winter You whispered winter, shivering under the moon but above the clouds entangled with the shape-shifters of the night. You; you whispered rays of binding light touching skin ...

[I will leave the meaning to be guessed until the end, when I'll explain some things. But crits are welcome, encouraged, etc.] The Forbidden City East of the gates of ...

Help on extending? ---- In the Blithedale Romance, written by Nathanial Hawthorne, there is an underlying theme that is presented to the reader: that even in an “ideal” society, people ...

Speech on war: Written conversational style, so please dont crit on grammer/spelling. ++ It is hot; much too hot for this usual time of year. Just sitting here in your ...

losing route 61 morning begins, in waves of pixels; red, orange, gold, splashes across the screen, as the symphony of mechanical whirrs, the pounding of iron drums with wooden mallets; ...

What?!@ Drink the words in by dozens, like honey, dripping off the tongues of poets and onto paper, forming puddles that resemble stanzas. Here! an adverb, there! and adjective. Everywhere ...

Suicide Muse Who pulls the heart-strings of the Muse? She dresses white in feathered lies, persuaded by the fiends at bay, to dance the tulips’ waltz. Lathered in bare moonlight, ...