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- Poetry > Free Verse
I cry a tear For everything bad ive ever done I hope my fear Won't destroy me, and everyone That I care for Because underneath this undying sorrow I see the promise of tomorrow It is bleak It has no merit But when those you love see your tears Feel your pain They look at you plain... - Fiction > RomanceThe once marvelous stone work was crumbling slightly behind her. Ash whirled around her old tan robes. This is what her home has come to; destruction and misery. Ever since the Lactin’s came from two kingdoms over, this is all there has been. This is all there ever will be, unless she followed the...
- Fiction > Romance“Are you even human?” I asked, disgusted. “Basically. They… altered my DNA at birth. I’m like a superhuman I guess.” She muttered, eyes averted. “I can’t believe this. I’m leaving, and you better not follow.” “Please, wait!” “For what?” I retorted angrily. “S...
- Fiction > RomanceYou know that feeling you get when you’re around someone you love? That total bliss and joy; sometimes to an even nauseating effect where you can’t think straight? Maybe you’ve never experienced such a feeling, but I have, and let me tell you, it is incredible. Every smile is like a promise, i...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryDon’t misinterpret what I have to say as sympathy. I am a monster, through and through. Some might say the clenched feeling I get in my gut before I make a kill is guilt, but I know it to be excitement. The tears I cry are not for my victim but for myself, because each time I strike I lose just an...
- Fiction > Thriller/Mystery“Dude, where are you going?” I asked Darious, annoyed. He drags me to this lame, overcrowded party, and then bails as soon as his girlfriend shows up. Some best friend he is. Darious rolled his brown eyes at me and screamed over the pounding music, “Try to enjoy yourself, Alex. This is a pa...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionDear Diary, Why me? Out of all the people in the world, why me? That’s what I found myself thinking that day… The day my parents died. People kept saying it was tragic, and how I must be feeling horrible, but all I felt was numb. It was as if every emotional bone in my body was taking a holida...
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