The Girl With The Gift

The Girl With The Gift
by M.D Khamil

Part 1 of 2. A mother was very concerned about her daughter's ability that once cost the live of her love ones.

The Strange Bedfellows

The Strange Bedfellows
by DavidBokolo

Life could be fun sometimes: throwing in strange bedfellows together. The puddle they'll make will take an eternity to clean.

Shadows of Illyria: Draken Slayer

Shadows of Illyria: Draken Slayer
by JM VanZuiden

Draken Slayer is a dark fantasy fiction short story, part of the Shadows of Illyria: Tales from the Realm Series. Written by author JM VanZuiden, the Shadows of Illyria Series is a unique twist on fantasy fiction, incorporating his real-world combat

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ANOTHER LOVE STORY PART 1

ANOTHER LOVE STORY PART 1
by mystery

two incompatible couple decided to make it compatible

Time Flies

Time Flies

by Jessica Williams

Thoughts on the passage of time, holidays and celebrations.

If I Don't Have You

If I Don't Have You
by Slave Prince

A precious story of two brothers facing the greatest tradegy of their lives.

Alcoholic Rage

Alcoholic Rage
by Jack50rko

A short poem about how alcohol can renew long forgotten scars.

What is maturity

What is maturity
by Sharmishtha Shenoy

On a lighter vein, maturity is . . . . . When you start eating Bhindi,
Teendy, karelay without nakhrey..
...

Heavy caskets

Heavy caskets
by Manahill Naik

Shortest poem I've ever written. \('_')/

Aestheticism

Aestheticism

by Dr.Blossom

NOT A STORY. IT'S JUST AN IDEA.

FRIGHT

FRIGHT
by Dahmie

That moment when your secret is about to reveal itself.............pheeeeew

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Catchphrases

Catchphrases
by Manahill Naik

Written underneathe open showers and bleeding skies. // It was fun writing this story.\\

Aching Wrists

Aching Wrists
by Jack50rko

Depression is a monster we have to fight at some point in our lives.

Sick And Twisted

Sick And Twisted
by Jack50rko

This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.

Maze Hunters

Maze Hunters
by Meemee28

As we were flying the helicopter began to shake and then a huge like worm hole appeared and the helicopter was then sucked into the worm hole. We saw complete darkness for a few minutes. The darkness started to fade slowly and there was a bight light

Beamed

Beamed
by Meemee28

The green light takes her through the long corridor of the hospital and she is surprised that she passed beside the nurses and even through the reception without anyone stopping her to ask questions or to go back to her room. She continues and follow

Twenty Devilish Faces The Fight For Alexis

Twenty Devilish Faces The Fight For Alexis
by Meemee28

I wanted to shout out but no sound would emerge, I couldn’t move, speak and worse I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t release the huge energy build up of terror from my body, I was sure I was going to explode. I was suspended in in-animation between

Demon Father

Demon Father
by Meemee28

The very bright light from the icosahedron object was blinding my eyes because it was so bright. I wasn’t sure what this thing was while I was laying there, but in my mind I was thinking it was a ghost, demon or the devil. I then was able to break

Summer Breeze

Summer Breeze

by Dhaye

The one that I once embrace...

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X and Y

X and Y
by Manahill Naik

Why did the stars stay where they always stay?Have not they ever rebelled?Has the moon tried to seek another sky?Have the seas told what they're forbidden to tell?//I'm kicking the cloud of dirt away,That's summoned to hang above my head.The...

Imperfect

Imperfect
by Dhaye

Nobody is perfect

THE SPECIAL LECTURE OF MR. MUNCH

THE SPECIAL LECTURE OF MR. MUNCH
by Slave Prince

They were second graders. But Mr. Munch didn’t care. And so when Ray grinned - the slightest bent of lips ever seen - Mr. Munch told him to stand up.“Why?” said Mr. Much, his big eyes straight into the little eyes of the boy. “I’m...

Gust

Gust
by Temwa Mzota

When August comes gusts come too..

Time

Time
by Akanksha Chowdhury

The Clock keeps ticking and Time flies.What remains is Us. Our lives revolve around Time, being determinative of what were we and what has been made with it in due course. Hence Time...

Color Me

Color Me
by Dhaye

Giving life to Arts