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  • Fiction > All Fiction
    He walks into her ten. It is set up like most other tents in carnivals and circuses. The inside is cozy and smells like incense; a rarity these days. No one uses candles or incense anymore, there are simply too many more practical ways to do things. Still, he smiles at the strange scent. He heads fa...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    The wardrobe smells like old age. But not just old things, the best kind of old things. It smells like that ancient box you’re mother keeps in the back of that wardrobe. That box so old, full of secrets. Your mother always says it is never to be opened, under any circumstances. Your father says t...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    So things begin with yet another childhood memory being crushed and distorted by the nimble fingers of adulthood that thrive like parasites on the cold hands of reality. Well, it’s not like it’s something I didn’t know already, I’d read the very thing my professor was trying to explain in a ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    A girl with black hair sits alone in an empty room. She looks about sixteen; her frail body looks thin and pale. There is a glass door that leads out to the patio. There are a few cardboard boxes, and a small book, but aside from that, there is nothing else. SOPHIE walks over to the book on the flo...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
    My life story there’s not much to tell I’ve got issues that led me to fall The memory of your smile did help But we were left to save ourselves From a life of blood and bruises That our enemies it amuses Promises I haven’t kept Every night I haven’t slept I see your face in a dream ...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
    I sit alone in a quiet room trying not to think of you breathing hard and bleedqing slow am i dead or alive i simply just don’t know i stand alone on the edge of everything I’ve become and haven’t been trying hard not to run away from all of this away from you away from ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    The price if a life What price can you give to life? How much hope can you give an orphan? how many numbers can you pay a widow? How many rivers of tears must be cried To fill the empty space? How many words can you speak To a mother, a brother or lover? How much can you give to fill emp...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    I’m falling to the ground as the world is rushing past I wish I could reach the surface But I just keep falling Through years of pain I see the bottom And wait for it to come But from behind me there is a voice That calls out to hold on, too keep fighting To return to the blue sky And loo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Time is such a strange thing There always seems to be too much of it Or too little Always at the wrong moment But in the end, it always runs out, Whether you want it to or not And within time, there is change Always Nothing in the world ever stays the same Not the flowing rivers Nor t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    If I was the last person On this dreary earth Surrounded by the rubbles Of this world that once was I would prance through the desert Of our lonely past And roam the hopeless glen That was meant to be a future All in search of another life Of a friend, or a family Of a partner, or a co...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    How would you spend the last day of your life? I would go back home I’d say goodbye to my mom I would take my bike And I would ride it Ride and ride to the old park That is by a field With a lake near by There is a big, old tree there I would go climb it I would climb and cl...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    As sun sinks into the deep horizon The blue waters of the sea crash against the sky. I stand by the shore, the cold waters reaching my feet. The air is chilled and frozen, Still I let the water caress my legs as I walk deeper into the water. The sky turns gold and yellow. Violet and blue pai...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    For many a year Children write letters to Santa Or ask their parents on their birthday Or wish upon shooting stars But I do not want a gift from Saint Nicholas For he will not come, he is not real I don’t want anything more from my parents Than what they have already given me And I do not ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    They say the darkest hour Is just before the dawn The night sky looms above Without a single star amongst it No moon to be seen nor found The air is frozen and harsh Slamming on passerby’s faces Merciless and black With no room for a glimmer of hope The hour could not possibly be darke...
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