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Poetry, Art and sometimes Philosophy is a secular type of confession.
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I was lit just before midnight, and my flame was a blue flicker in the darkness. I had, had a nice sleep. I looked down at the wax that would be my time frame. I still had three days left in me if I were to be lit again after
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My epitaph: I’m only sleeping.1
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As her eyes closed for the last time, she barely whispered,
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Sorry but Light had to be on he can't just die and thats it no more Light yet always and L I needed both for this to work
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Love from two a lifetime away.
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Demons attack the Rebellion Fortress
by Kaori-Chan
400 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 8 9:36 AM. In Death, Demons, Drama, Inspirational, Novel, Other, Pain, Science fiction, Spiritual
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by shadowed.love
2300 words, 3 comments,
on Nov 7 9:06 PM. In Action, Fiction, Gay, Inspirational, Love, Romance, Sad, Spiritual, Young adult
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I had slipped the surly bonds of space.. I was free.. looking into his eyes, I reached out my hand and touched the face of God.
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Life, a series of stages?
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Chapter 1 : Strange Reaction
by Iamjay
1100 words, 9 comments,
on Nov 3 8:35 AM. In Dark, Death, First person, Murder, Mystery, Pain, Personal, Spiritual, Tragedy
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On a frosty winter's night, in the month of October, at 1:00 O'clock, a child was brought to this world, from the skies above, in the hands of two angels! A cute little baby girl was born at Mrs. Johnson's house. The complexi
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So there I sat in the last row of pews in a stale smelling Christian Church that hadn't been renovated since sometime in the 70's; if at all. This is when He finally decided to speak to me using a voice I actually understood
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(It's not done yet, but I just wanted to get my slot in before I finished. You can read what I have so far, but please don't judge it becau
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I was born to the east though I feel like a west. I was born as a replace meant for my dead sister I never knew though my parents never spoke of her at least in front of me. I can feel the birth of me was a lie, a lie that I
by flaire-rockfire
200 words, 3 comments,
on Oct 26 1:25 PM. In Hope, Life, Pain, Personal, Poetry, Sad, Short story, Spiritual, Teen
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The sun shone through a window, smeared with dried residue from rainy summer days. The silence throughout the hot woodland house was deafening, and Paul rested ever so calmly in his bed. Being the age he is now, well, waki
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In my childhood, I loved you.1
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"Creepstone Manor you say? Never heard of it." I could tell by the man's tone he was lying. Everyone in this small town had heard of Creepstone Manor. Not ten years ago, Lord Creepstone had died mysteriously. The police could
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When you see a bird flying past you, what do you feel?1
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A fable about the creation of the universe.
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I sit on the curve, side of the road, shoulders slumped hair flat. I sketch, I draw for hours, angry eyes and a stern mouth. A butterfly. I
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by wenry
500 words, 1 comment,
on Oct 12 10:23 PM. In , Action, Adult, Fantasy, Horror, Love, Murder, Spiritual, Urban, Vampires
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The church was burning. That was the first thing I noticed, though admittedly that sort of thing would be hard to miss. I stood there on th
by wenry
700 words,
on Oct 12 10:15 PM. In Action, Crime, Dark, Demons, Fantasy, Hell, Hope, Mystery, Spiritual, Urban
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