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Jak Conwee gritted his teeth as another shell fell above the bunker, blinking manically to get the thick dust out of his eyes. For three and a half days, the ...

Some readers may remember me as someone who began to write a sci-fi story, but never got past the prologue, something which I will continue to blame writer's block for. ...

This is actually based on stuff that's been going on inside my head for over a week now (actually, several months, but it's become more intense recently). Constructive criticism would ...

This is in tribute to my two pet dogs, one of whom died about a year ago, the other a few months beforehand. I loved them both very much. They ...

Wearing Large Shoes I have a very good friend who is an oxymoron, he is a Human Tajitu, a specimen of dualism. At times, he is the worst of people, ...

The Fate of Monsters The strike of a fist. The tie of a rope. The wail of fear. The bang of a gun. And the aftermath is red. Justice fell ...

I was meant to be starting a comical story today, but I've not been feeling in the right mood. But my mood has given me the urge to write something ...

I wasn't entirely sure where to post this-I was considering "Non-Fiction", because it is based largely (but not completely) on me and people I know (I've changed the names of ...

At the time of my genesis, I was a half of you, my patriarchial demiurge, as I was a half of your partner, once my vessel. We were destined to ...

John stood in front of the mirror for a good five minutes. He was short, much shorter than average, but when there wasn't anyone around, his thin build made him ...

"Nothing is Impossible, to him who will try" So, Great Mortal, who did you wish to succeed you? Did your friends hear you correctly, as you lay dying? Or was ...

This is intended to be a novel. Knowing me, though, I will get distracted at some point with a new idea-I'm one of those people who can only write about ...

On a dark throne, devoid of light, immaterial, the architect worked his magic, and from his magic sprung a formula, and his careless builders, born from the formula, obeyed the ...

For countless days and nights, the mighty ship drifted, attacked from every corner, the waves below, the storms above, the winds outside, the hunger inside. A shape appeared on the ...

Every life is a story, each with its fair share of spin-offs, each a sequel of countless sequels, contributing towards the canon of life. Every person is a protagonist of ...

Because I have a tendency to start stories and then stop when I "lose the mood", I've decided to make my stories short, but with potential to be expanded. That's ...

Thank you dear friends, you did great things for me, you did great things to me, I have repaid my debts, but our good deeds have lifted the barriers. The ...

The first sentiences crawled through a void. creatio ex nihilio. They looked for eachother, but there was no light. They listened for eachother, but there was no sound. But they ...

They lurk in the dark places of the human domain, most are hidden in the abyss, imprisoned by the firm waves above, many lurk in shallower places, their tentacles pull ...

You knew this day would come, When I would desire to leave your island, To venture across the waves, And discover new lands. Perhaps, one day, I will come back, ...

Please note that I consider the existence of life to be a coincidence. As such, I do not actually believe that there is a purpose to any form of Life, ...

This might be a one-off, or I might have the will to carry it on. Treat it as a short story in its own right for now. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

4:30 pm "So you're definitely sure you want to go through with this?" Jack raised his eyebrow as he waited for an answer. He attempted to make eye contact with ...

In the days to which no memory can be traced, In a land of which every grain is now buried under the abyss, By the hands of the champion of ...

So where are you now, loved ancestor? Do you wander about the purple-topped mountains of your birth, Your flying spirit taking the form of your youthful self? Or as the ...

I intend on including this, or something similar, within a longer story (note that it is not supposed to be the beginning), but I have written this so that it ...

*This is sort of a continuation of Survival Techniques, but with a gap in between which, if I was writing from start to finish, might have included a substantial amount ...

So, Homer, what ideas do you spring today? Poet that you were, our poetry is not like yours, So do not be afraid to offer something else. A story? Yes, ...

Virael led me down the high street, which was lit faintly by the street lamps and silent, with not a single trace of life. Soon she pulled me away to ...

The Cosmos is fond of coincidenceAnd that is why we’re here.If there’s a one in a billion chanceOf a planet bearing lifeAnd there are billionsUpon billionsOf planets,Then billionsAnd billionsOf pl

Poetry is life,and life is poetry.Poetry is uttered from the mouth,and from the mouth poetry utters.Poetry is read by you,and you are read by poetry.Poetry is written,and write, poetry does.Poetry ...

I feel a bit naughty posting this so soon after my first version of it, but what can I say? I'm eager. Spoiler! : Basically, I took the original and ...

You gave me great vibes, once,Young lady of the moon.Every night when you were outI gazed at the starry sky,And there you were, just hangingLike nothing could bring you down.And ...