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By KantTouchThis SILVER
Madison, Wisconsin

The darkness, an infinite cycle of being and nothingness. It stared at him as he contemplated it, and the darkness itself seemed to be trying to understand what it is. Or what it...
KantTouchThis SILVER, Madison, Wisconsin
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#14702 Fiction
Moira BRONZE, O&#39Fallon, Missouri
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#14703 Fiction
DanteDrakien PLATINUM, Ogden, Utah
20 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Do not go gentle in that good night, Rage rage against the dying of the light"

#14704 Fiction
By Syana BRONZE
Seremban, Other
Syana BRONZE, Seremban, Other
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Akaidance BRONZE, Springfield, Virginia
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Some men dream of being heroes. Others relive it in their nightmares."

#14706 Fiction
By AlexTraxinger PLATINUM
Fort Worth, Texas
AlexTraxinger PLATINUM, Fort Worth, Texas
42 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
God, grant me the serenity<br /> To accept the things I cannot change;<br /> Courage to change the things I can;<br /> And wisdom to know the difference.

#14707 Fiction
By Camryn Yacks BRONZE
Highlands Ranch, Colorado
Camryn Yacks BRONZE, Highlands Ranch, Colorado
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
WK2023 BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#14709 Fiction
By monsterheart BRONZE
Minnetonka, Minnesota
monsterheart BRONZE, Minnetonka, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
What is this life if full of care we have no time to stop and stare? --W. H. Davies, from &quot;Leisure&quot;.

#14710 Fiction
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.