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Welcome to #Writers--club!

We are a group for writers of all kinds! We accept all types of literature, the only limit to what you can write and submit is what your imagination can create! :la:

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Fantasy
Forest Fire Flight: Part I Fire.

The forest – everything – was on fire. The air was permeated with smoke and the thick scent of burning sap. In the distance someone screamed. John didn't hear it. Running was his priority. An arrow embedded itself in the tree to his right as he leaped over a fallen tree. He tucked and rolled as he landed, trying to make himself a smaller target for the archers and gunmen at his back. The only sound he really heard was the roar of the forest. The trees behind him and at his sides burned, crackled and fell around him. Though it was night, the forest was bright as noon.

And he was tired.

He carried a potato-sack containing valForest Fire Flight: Part I by ~ThatOneWriterGuy
14 Years-The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned Part Four of The Lost Children of Guérande

Reginald pursued his quarry across a farmer's field. The troll's towering form was a dark blot in the distance. It's long stride rapidly covered ground towards the darkness that was Brière. Reginald had wanted to intercept his foe before it reached the marsh.

But even if he did, what could he do to stop it? Reginald's ribs still ached from being kicked and his lungs labored for breath. The knight could barely keep pace. Fighting and overpowering such a powerful creature was unlikely, but he refused to relent.

He had been sent to Guérande to discover what was taking its children. Reg14 Years-The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned by ~Jason-Zapata
I am... I am a lie
I make the shape of despair
I see guilt and hardened hearts left
I realize what's real and illusion mixed with your color
I fear hope within the darkness
my wish is only to be with the one who holds my empty hand
my regret will never disappear
so will my deceit and all my creations

madness consumes my heart
longing to be free
cursed between sanity and psychopathic logic
killing each feeling by saying these words
pain is my pleasure
love is torture
hate is my second perspective
evil is very much mistaken with me
unstable yet powerful

I am a lie covered with the truth
I make the shape of despair, only to give hope I am... by ~asassinshate
She's a Woman by ~thelownelyonce
Fantasy
Tournament Round 3 - Within a Dream
This Old Man Dies in His Sleep One Evening It feels so much nicer here.
You’re old now, mildly dozing off on the backyard of the house you’ve lived in for well over 50 years. The sun is setting, and the sky is bright orange. You watch it just as you’ve watched it for all the time you‘ve lived here. It would’ve been exactly the same, if only your wife were by your side.
“Dad! I want to go on the swings,” the boy calls. He should be turning 40 soon, but you remember when he was like this. That boy had the energy of 10 men, and kept wiggling about even when it was time for bed. That was why you taught him football a few years later.
This Old Man Dies in His Sleep One Evening by ~DictionaryKiller
Bluebell Skies and Copper-Hazel Eyes A scatter of wispy clouds hung about the bluebell sky. They glided along windy pathways much too high for the occupants of the desert below to feel. The scrubby trees did not move; the layer of dust on the hard, cracked ground did not spin about. Other than the waves of heat signaling to the sweltering day, the only movement came from the even breathing of a figure laying in the spars shade of one of the scrubby desert trees.

Maeliana's baby blue sundress clashed with the sunburn rising on her exposed arms and face. She had wandered away from her friends during their weekend camping trip, and was now lost. The intense summer heat had exhaustBluebell Skies and Copper-Hazel Eyes by ~Bella-Dean
I Dreamt of Water I dreamt of water
Cool and clear
No bubbles rose
No soul was near

We met again
Inside the lake
Where flowers bloom
Three mermaids take

This love of mine
From my arms
His hair so fine
His lips so warm

Before my eyes
They took a knife
And fashioned him
A marine life

A cloud of red
Rose from his lips
And scales did spread
From his white hips

His hair grew thick
Like knotted rope
His lips grew cold
As he lost hope

They say he drowned
Slipped that day
Into the water
And there he lays

But I know better
Because, you see,
I dreamt of water
And mermaids threeI Dreamt of Water by ~missbagel
It Approaches in Perfect Rhythm It Approaches in Perfect Rhythm
A Poem by Oliver Slaughter
Tick Tock

It approaches fast, in perfect rhythm.

Tick Tock

It approaches with power, it cannot not be stopped

Tick Tock

It is not the darkness, it is not evil

Tick Tock

It is merely the mundanity of my soul

Tick Tock

I never see it coming
It never makes it self-shown

Tick Tock

It announces itself in sound alone
When it comes, all I hear is ringing

Ringing Ringing

The world of endless possibility
The world of endless happiness
The world of my own desires
Ends

And now all I see is my bed
And I always wish for just one minute more
In the ethereal realm of my headIt Approaches in Perfect Rhythm by =OJSlaughter
Tournament Round 3 - Within a Dream
Horror and Suspense
Horror and Suspense
General Prose
Rain: A Story of Observation The rain was soothing; it fell for hours drenching everyone
No one complained, the summer had been so warm
The men in black cloaks didn't seem to even notice the rain

It's fascinating to watch the little droplets of water come down
So independent, but a part of something greater
So was she

The children became covered in mud as they played
They would tackle one another and throw balls of mud at passer-bys
She would play with them

The stores were closed
Their stalls vacant and bare as the owners stepped outside for a pipe
I feel sorry for the owner who has to find a new clerk

The rain poured, covering everything in water
I rememberRain: A Story of Observation by ~popov89
Its True.... Its true.
No matter how many time you lay awake at night staring at your ceiling, no matter how many times you flirt with a girl or get awkward and nervous around her,

No matter how many times you tell yourself,

You

Are

Not

Over

Her.

And you probably never will be. She was your first love, she was the one you were going to marry. She was such an integral part of your life for 8 months, that of course you still think of her.

You want to hate her.

I mean she cheated on you right?

You want to be upset, to not like her, to just erase all thoughts of her from your head.

But you can't can you?

Even now, months after she broke up with yIts True.... by ~Yaoiforever358
It's A Lie It's A Lie By CaKeS

This corruption, that's taken over my mind,
It's powerful; it's powers sublime.
For the thoughts, that were forced upon me,
Too late for savior, I'll continue to be.

But do you see what you see?
Do you believe what you believe?
Does illusion come with a fee?
Is it just for me to relieve?

Is this piece of paper true?
And what does it mean?
Are we just a few?
Can we believe what we've seen?

Can we trust anything real?
Control your subconscious, don't let it go.
Can we be sure what's a feel?
Contain your mind, you'll be with me so.

I don't believe, in anything I see,
I don't believe, in anything at all.
I oIt's A Lie by ~CaKeS1
Deaths Diary (Entry 23) by ~GabrielRaven
General Prose
Romance
You and Me Against the World I'll be nineteen and he'll be twenty-one. He'll be made of scars and half-truths, and I'm sewn together by unfinished stories and abandoned inspiration. They'll say it's wrong because love can't bloom from a broken past. But their warnings will fall on deaf ears because you'll be staring into my eyes in a way that whispers, "It's you and me against the world." So I'll take your hand, our fingers and destinies intertwining to create a whole new adventure.

______________________________________

The first months will be spent in a cramped apartment, bills and heated arguments piled up to the ceiling. I'll cry some nights because you're never hYou and Me Against the World by ~kjod5
Didn't Really Do Much Okay, so yesterday, Jake and I had our first date. And to be honest, it wasn't that great.

"Hey Jake."

"Hey Lexi."

"Um, sorry that things were kind of... Boring, yesterday." I say, looking down at my feet.

"Oh, it's okay. I didn't really know what to expect." Jake says.

I look up and see him smile to reassure me. "So next time, do you just want to hang out or something?"

Jake's smile grows wider. "Okay, sure."

"Cool. Are you busy on Saturday? We could go get breakfast at Squat and Gobble and then just wing it from there." I say, smiling like an idiot.

"Yeah. Sounds good to me."

The week could not have gone any slower, but it was finaDidn't Really Do Much by *festivejester
The Island I must admit
I could never be with a girl who don't smoke
Cause I feel so lonely if you don't smoke with me
It's like baby
Just come sit on my lap
While I roll up this mango
We'll take a trip to a tropical island
I'll treat you like an angel
Bend you in all the right angles
And I hope you treat me good
Cause your such a looker
High heels like a hooker

This lemon liqueur got me tippin
This mango got me trippin
Got a boat load of bud trees
Lost somewhere on the island
Everyday sand in my toes
Lookin for my many o's

Baby girl sittin next to me lookin into the abyss
Floatin on an island
Wish this was my land
But I can't buy lThe Island by ~IceFireX
Before... by =schnoekums
Romance
Science Fiction
Science Fiction
Critique
Over and Back Again I thought that I was done with you,
I thought that I'd moved on from you.
Oh, but how wrong I was.

Everyday I was reminded,
Reminded of the sight of you.
Almost I could smell you too,
But still I had moved on.
You were my protection, security,
You were there to ease the pain.
You were my shield from the never-ending rain.
But still I had to move on.

I thought what we had was over.
I thought the screaming show was over.
Oh, but how wrong I was.

With all these things I reminisce,
Vivid pictures of your scarlet kiss.
The life that you defined for me,
The odd way you could set me free.
But this was thought to be wroOver and Back Again by ~SadisticYellowBird
Knowing her... or not "You look underaged."

I looked at myself at the mirror, inspecting the dress that I had picked out and then looked at the other dress that Vega had picked out, still in its hanger. I had thought that I would look too old if I tried out that one, so I placed on mine first.

When her comment was firmly lodged in my head, I then took a second look, saying, "No, I don't! I just look... young." I was surprised that their changing rooms were the size of three single-room bathrooms. This way, I don't have to move in and out of the changing room just to see what Vega's opinion on it was. Plus, other store patrons seemed to be giving her the 'evil eyKnowing her... or not by ~LaClef-a-Verite
Hearts Divided- Chapter 3 by *MidnightSong17
Perfect waste: part one Perfect waste
part one
Pro-log
I want you to know that you are beautiful. When you sleep the world rests under your neck and its weight turns to down and the soft moonlight gently lights your face as not to disturb your soft radiance. When you are happy my soul spins inside my magmatic chest and lurches me forward that I may cherish every moment. When you are focused nothing else in the room can stand staying on task. When you hide your face time itself stops as a flowing river would halt and form a lake. When you walk the ground convulses to meet your foot and tenuously holds up your mortal frame.
Perfection is a stale, dull, and repePerfect waste: part one by *RayBud
Critique
General Fiction
Never Enough Tears This was to be her room.  The walls were painted a calm pink, with white baseboards to compliment it.  The few pieces of furniture to be for her were now covered in a light film of dust.  So much time into making this room just the way they had wanted it for her, now all for naught.

Jeremy sat on the floor just beneath the window, watching the light getting dimmer.  His legs crossed, both starting to feel numb from the time he had spent without moving.  Eye's locked on his hands as he methodically clenched them in each other.  The pain didn't really help the whole situation, but it was something to help pull his mind away from things, to sepNever Enough Tears by ~RaVen-277
The Hanging Whores of Babylon by ~Layla-89
Anger Management Please come in.

All right.

Now sit down.

Aren't I allowed to lie down on a couch or something?

Whatever is most comfortable for you.

I'll sit.

OK...  so why did you come here?

Because the police told me to.

I see.

I shouldn't be here.  I don't need a shrink.  The police can't actually order people to attend counselling without a judge, just make suggestions.

Yes, and if the police make a suggestion, you follow it.  And don't call me a shrink.

Sorry, it's just...

Go on.

...I sometimes write computer programs for fun--

--as opposed to--

Please don't interrupt me.  Like I was saying, I sometimes write computer programs for fun.  OAnger Management by ~Paulwe
Pathway to Paradise With each passing second the harmonious hues of the rising sun further their distance across the sky and smear the bleached blue canvas with gentle rays of radiant violet and orange. The light creeps across the side of the mountains that border the horizon and awakes each beast that riddles their surface with its giving warmth and loving embrace. Slow and gentle, it rolls across the flowing hillside and down to the flat and quiet plains, shimmering on the tip of each dew covered blade of swaying grass. Finally the light reaches the lone tree throughout the fields and tickles its shivering leaves to awaken it from its slumber. It drapes over tPathway to Paradise by ~HereLizaKnight
General Fiction
Poetry
Surrender Surrender

The end is upon me
A spiralling decline
Wouldn't let me be
I am no longer fine
I've lost the fight
On the field of war
In my darkest night
I've fallen too far

I know it has gone
That shadow of hope
The end has begun
I failed to cope
Couldn't hold it in
Buried it so deep
A Haunting vision
Consuming my sleep

Resenting each day
It is only a shell
Empty from decay
Crumbling as well
Lost in this place
Trying to hold on
To that fading face
I my mind you're gone

I've wasted years
Trapped in a lie
Drowning in tears
And wondering why
An error, a flaw
Carved on my mind
Burning to my core
To it I was blind

StanSurrender by ~CalumDC
a siren's song. her ribcage burst into flowers
as her lungs swam to sea
and the world was silent
-like a film set on mute-
as it watched her dance
into her coral grave.

she grinned and laughed
and all you could hear
was the metallic scraping
of her tongue on her teeth
as her coppery laugh
fell into the ocean-
like a penny onto concrete.

her hair was a tangle of seaweed
drenched in brine
and adorned with salt flecks
that caught the sun in waves
crashing along the shoreline
in the treble notes of symphonies.

ensnared in wanderlust,
she ran towards the current
in hopes of finding herself
among the lost.

there
she wore fish-scales
on hea siren's song. by ~momo-madness
Winter Bliss Winter Bliss
give me words of ice
there is no better touch
than a winter solstice heist
take the life from the land
summers out of touch
layer death in white
is that asking too much?
White as the sky
clouds you bring to me
as shiny new bobbles
drifts over frozen seas
sifting over me
eyelash kisses
slow down the heat
in Winter Bliss wishesWinter Bliss by ~JaimieRose
A day off This morning I woke up fashionably late.
Something to which I could never quite relate.
Lying on my bed, I paid my respects,
To all those unsavory mornings that were just so complex.

Waking up early to a deafening sound,
Thinking if only that alarm was never around!
Jumping out of bed to my morning routine,
Around the house, up, down, left, right even in between.

Pulling on my clothes disregarding any options.
When I get a job, suits would be a simpler concoction.
Even the most important meal was never part of my day.
Just maybe choking down some toast in a confused disarray.

Out the door I go, grabbing my stuff.
Mentally A day off by ~KirtZJ
Poetry
Fan Fiction
Blanche 1 My name is Blanche

I died in the snow

It was cold and white

My breath was white

And it had added to the whiteness of the sky

The snow had been falling

It had covered me, when I died.

My name was Blanche

My name was white

And I died

In the snow

It was cold

And white

I disappeared, white in the white snow.

I had loved a man. How I had come to meet this man had been outside of my will and power. I had known that he was a prince, and I had heard that he was awful. Now that I am only whiteness, frozen in white nothingness, in the snow…I can fade and travel back. Where I am going, it was-

Green. So green and beautiful, these floBlanche 1 by ~death-in-the-orchard
A Whole New Game-Chapter 3- A Hunger Games Story Chapter 3: The Bloodbath

Clove

I run over the course events from the past few days in my head. The interviews, our scoring, training, and forming an alliance. An alliance with my best friend, a giggling imbecile, a malicious princess, and a lanky, shy boy, the only tolerable person I've met since we got here. Still, that's more than the other tributes can say.  

This is it. This is the day that innocent children will die because of me. Might as well do the job myself, before they do it for me. At least I will end it quickly, no suffering. Just a quick flick of the wrist, that's all it takes. A stab through the heart is much fasA Whole New Game-Chapter 3- A Hunger Games Story by ~crooked-letters
Merely marching far away "No.  You have to keep going.  You've got to.  Gedet'ye."

There Kih lay, breathing heavily.  It was a miracle that he could breath at all, thought Udesiir.  His legs had given way.  His armour was falling to pieces and covered with blood.  Kih, human though he was, was strong as a true Mandalorian.  Small though he was, in name and in body, he was big in spirit.  And now he was dying.

She shuddered to think of the prospect.  Here he was, losing a battle he had always won before.  But they wouldn't give up without a fight.

"I can't.Merely marching far away by ~Paulwe
13. Misfortune The months following Tachyon's attack haven't been easy on anyone. These people have lost their homes, their lives, their planet; anyone who can call themselves happy after that is either psychotic or a liar. However, it's harder still on those who lost someone.

Allen had been lucky. Though his mother is confirmed to be dead and his father stayed behind with her, he still has his twin brother, Alex, and while his husband (only his fiancé then), Spencer, was wounded, he too is alive.

Alex had not been lucky at all. Yes, he made it out alive, and his wife, though wounded, much like Spencer, was right beside him, but that, it seemed, was 13. Misfortune by ~jstar1223
Fan Fiction
Angst
Girl With One Eye (String) I hang by a string.

My heart is a cage with no key. My mind is a coffin sealing every face. My life has lost its worth; my eyes have lost their light—a ghost of a girl I once knew very well. I wear my dress like a body bag every day, just another question looking for the next because. My blood runs from hot to cold, and I'm always breaking everything I borrow. I am just a has-been wishing I never was; I am just trying to keep my regrets at bay. For me, tomorrow's not a new day, and I never have time to think things through. I can't even fool myself. I'm a girl who should've died a very long time ago...

I'm a err on my own side, too poiGirl With One Eye (String) by ~WriteByNumbers
I Need You. If only you had known about this a while ago.
If only you had cared about me years ago.
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.
I wouldn't have to be screaming my heart out if only you had listened.

Tell me, what is it that holds you back?
What is it that makes you afraid?
     To hold me.
          To tell me that you care.
I don't need to hear "I love you" from you.
I just want to know that you are right by my side;
     supporting me and cheering me on when I fail.
I don't want to hear your excuses.
I don't want to hI Need You. by ~Fantasy-Anime-Dreams
Niche by ~EXE-1
Endless lies               Can you really say that you're the good guy?

Can you really say that you're part of the light?
Can you really say you will safe other's life?
Can you really say you will help when other dies?
Can you truly love, truly belive, truly hope?
Can you really?

             You can't really believe in such a lies.

You can't be really how pure you think.
You cant really be, here and now.
You can't really walk in the clouds.
You can't really wait the prince charmings help.
You really can't.

             Everyone has a part of the dark.

Everyone has a dirty litlle mind.
Everyone has said white lies.
Everyone has lost theirEndless lies by *Nix-WingedOne
Angst
Entries in Past Contests
Entries in Past Contests
Manga and Comics
Manga and Comics
Humor
Disturbing the Peace Women in corsets
     disturb the peace.Disturbing the Peace by =QuiEstInLiteris
Bovine Bits Captain's Log Entry #585,541

Of all the farfetched and outlandish stunts over the past few thousand years that my superiors have given me, this particular series of events have topped them all off.  Any sensible being would have thought that after several decades of sneaking into the human's ranches every single night for the purposes of experimenting on the same kind of animal, without the owner's consent, and taking out the same kind of parts, on the spot, would have been repetitive after the first few minutes.  I may not represent the thinking of my entire species -a fact that haunts me after finding out that my kind's preferred method ofBovine Bits by ~EnlightenU
Mathlete and I know it Lyrics by: savvyfish (Terrain) and alliesfriends4 (Mildred)-remixed from original song "Sexy and I know it" by: LMFAO

When I walk on by, smitty be looking like she be fly
I lick my frosty treat, trippin' down the street with
my two left feet
This is how I roll, pocket protectors outta control
Its Mildred and Terrain, like Eastwood we recieve no pain

Boy look at that problem x3
I-I-I work it out

When I walk in the clubhouse this
is what I see, everybody stops and is
laughing at me, got protractors in my hands
and I ain't afraid to show them, show them, show them

I'm a mathlete and I know it

When I'm at the school, all the nerd guMathlete and I know it by ~savvyfish
My Family And Me S02 E25 by ~har0042
Humor
Non-Fiction
Non-Fiction
Poetry 2009 to 2010
The Darkest Road The gentle smile you once knew
The warm hands you once clung to
Darkness surrounded you and took them away
Forever more changing your fate

Innocence is doomed to fade
But for you, it was stolen away

Time was never on your side
The days with value were ephemeral
Then the years of solitude endless

Left behind in hollow, soulless castle walls
Where and when the passage of time loses all meaning

Without a kind voice you guide you
You turned to the path of revenge
And embarked upon the darkest road

You move forward without ever moving on
The light in your eyes died that night

Though he escaped,
It is a part of you who is sill trapThe Darkest Road by *TheFinalHikari
Angels                              Angels
    The angels are coming for you.
Count each breath, one by one;
               You cannot know how much are left for you.
You cannot steal another gasp of the airy elixir,
Nor wrench another beat from your failing heart.
                          Breaths and beats
They were all numbered from the beginning;
            Privileges given only to the unknowing,
   Angels by *DrMeh
Bloody Snow Distance far too great
To be enveloped in your arms
Separated beyond any reach
No matter how far I stretch out my hand

Only able to vaguely recall
The warmth of the embrace that protected me
From the cold harshness of the world
Those precious feelings
Now lost to the icy snow

But time marches on and on
Like the soldiers going into battle
Weapons at the ready, always on guard
Waiting for the next bloodbath to begin
Worrying who will be the next to fall

While I'm left behind
Wondering where in the world you are
Are you losing or winning?
Dead or alive?
The questions remain unanswered
Acknowledged only by the silently fallingBloody Snow by *TheFinalHikari
"thank you for being so brave" I wish I could have forgotten
That it was your birthday. That I may have passed by you in the street and had no recollection of month or day.
Somehow i kept myself from remembering the date until I went to sleep last night.

I wish I could have forgotten your eyes, but even you could agree that it is impossible. They are no longer blue. They churn with metallic fire, a spherical white heat, creating layers of blue foil lapped by a white lake and the cursive fragments of snow.

Your lover called them the eyes of the moon.  
   I immediately drove myself into a hatred of   a moon that stared at me all the sleepless nights through my bedroo"thank you for being so brave" by *porcelline
Poetry 2009 to 2010
Poetry Early 2011
Poetry Early 2011
Tournament Round 1 Winners
Reaching Out To You Why can't I reach you?  Why must you be so far away?

She tried to touch the hand that was moving away from her; the person walking away from her life forever.

Why am I always reaching out to you?Reaching Out To You by *SilverNee
Lonely Raindrops crawled slowly down my window pane, pooling in small globules at the glass's base.  The sky was a miserable shade of grey, nothing but storm clouds and water droplets.  Not a single sliver of sunlight could penetrate through the barrier of thick cloud, and seep down to the earth below.  It truly was a dreary, depressing day in New Zealand's windy capital...nothing but rain, wind and bitter cold.

After a moment gazing out over my sodden backyard, I moved away from the window.  Was it merely a coincidence?  Or had Mother Nature intruded on my most personal thoughts and decided to unleash them on the world?  I let out a soft sigh, curLonely by =EmoKels
Reaching Out I have been kidnapped by my own fate.

I have been dying by my own misery.

I am lost to the silence.

My fate is just a shadow.

Locking me up.

Making me disappear,

From the thoughts and lives of everyone around and myself.

I am losing myself to misery.

My depression is breaking my heart.

The silence has taken my thoughts.

The silence is breaking my sanity.

I am alive.

But seem so far from it.

I am asking heaven,

To let my desperate whisper reach out to someone.

I am reaching out to death,

To be my freedom.

I breath only for the day that someone reaches out to me.

To save me from myself.

I am reaching out to someone.

To be myReaching Out by ~LauraS45
Changes of the soul Have you ever thought of the past?
That perhaps everything
Could have been different
Nothing would have gone wild
Only if in that precise moment
I would have reached out for you

Perhaps I might be different
The darkness in the heart
Wouldn't have shattered hope
The world could've been whole
Nothing would be meaningless
If everything would be just a dream

If only those words had been other
If you had reached out to me
With the honesty I gave you
Even if it wasn't with all the heart
I would've appreciated the truth
And our hold wouldn't have dispersedChanges of the soul by ~RosemarieLachame
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This is what it means to lead We ponder the price tag of being free:
How we cross borders and why we cross lines-
So second nature now, even when we
Try planting flowers and grow only mines.

Trusting ourselves, what we hold to be true;
Working with others, with faith unsurpassed:
In this world of ours, how much can we do
To fight for a future, learn from our past.

I know that the world won't be saved today
I realize my dreams are overrun
But I will not let life wither away-
I'd rather be doing than be done.

I hold this, my creed, throughout darkest night:
To help and to learn, to hope and to fight.This is what it means to lead by ~taseouisce
Sources of Inspriation "Let's get something straight, young lady," my grandmother gently chided me. "I'm no hero."

I pulled on her skirt. I was only a kid at the time, and I idolized my darling grandmother. She was a small woman with a wild mass of graying hair. Even when she tied it up, it still seemed very unruly. All she ever wore were pastel sweaters, turtlenecks, long skirts, and a chain of glimmering pearls adorned around her neck. She was sweet, kind, seemly, docile—all that a grandmother should have been.

But from the stories that I heard from my father, and all the amazing and passionate things she accomplished when she was younger, it never seemed Sources of Inspriation by ~Igeki
The Saviour The Saviour
A Small Written Piece by Oliver Slaughter

The doors of the facility clanged loudly as they were pushed open, the metallic noises amplified by the silence of the facility. Few people worked this late, especially down here. The Saviour entered the facility with heavy footing, his rain soaked form throwing water to the ground. He didn't bother closing the door and pushed on, the cold air and the unyielding rain pushing inwards.

"People are delusional. They think they are free." With The Saviour's heavy steel-toe boots hitting the metal floor with a mighty clang, he walked the floors of the facility with confidence, his dirty coat The Saviour by =OJSlaughter
Fighting for freedom  Five years had passed since the Permanent Network Surveillance Law had been voted for; five years in which gradually, about 60% of the users of the internet had abandoned it. First it had come off as a protest – a protest against great corporations trying to amplify their control over mankind. A protest beyond that of simply marching on the street, holding signs asking for justice; a protest of boycotting, of crashing sites of said grand corporations and of refusing their services entirely. But ultimately a protest.
However, slowly but surely, after about two-three years, things had begun changing. Internet was no longer refused becauFighting for freedom by ~confused-kitsune
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Poetry 2011
8 she conceals her inner
woes to prove invincibility,
indifferent as her immune system slowly expires
inside

alone, on
a lonesome day in the twenty-first century she refused and
all was lost when her head bounced— as if she was her own marionette

leftright

she gazed through souls and saw her own reflection, gazing back at her,
unfolding all those would've, could've and should've beens
surrounding
her

and she began to dismiss fear

i was eight.
she said
she grabbed her brains and threw them in the bin
as if living brainlessly was the cure to those superior flaws, she

supposed

she possessed the weakness to seal her lips forever and 8 by ~capricordestin
My Lady Who Cries the Night... My Lady Who Cries the Night Away
By: Adam M. Snow

My lady who cries the night away
dost thou not know another way?
Be ye still afraid of thy dream
'Tis varied by the Dream.

Ye be not a life so free,
my maiden my life of thee be me.
Lest beknownst thy drowning fear
that hangs before her all the year.

Besought the light that now grows dim,
hope for once the love of him.
Thy cherish thy love be it not true
like the tears she shed twinkling blue.

Lest thy heart burdened be
lest she glimpse eternity.
My lady who cries the night away
dost thou not know another way?

O' ye be a wakeful woe
glimpse of life, love bestow.
O'er thy moMy Lady Who Cries the Night... by ~BornAnimeFreak
In the arms of a monster He comes out whenever I cry
He hears the cries no one else hears
Black, heart and soul
When he wraps his arms around me, I can't breathe
It is in his arms where I feel loneliest of all
To the point of pain
He whispers "Cut."

Im ashamed of the monster underneath my bed
His cuts on my wrists
Faded until only I know where they were
But I wonder if you can see them too
No one thinks to look under rubber bracelets
He drowns out the world until there is nothing left
His arms encircle me, crushing me
His skin is cold
Just like a razor, it burns my skinIn the arms of a monster by ~cheshirequeen13
Skeleton, be still I always knew you'd leave a beautiful outline,
for you are purity in all its imperfection.
Your small chest once caged a heart for me,
but horror, mine still beats a tune for you!

Those hollows--once eyes--breathe passion
into my gaunt skeletal limbs, my buried organs.
The wind whistles familiar tunes through you
and the rain whittles away your roughness.

And blooming from between your grinning
teeth, like a sick and knotted tongue:
doomed leaves come Autumn,
pruned away by time.Skeleton, be still by ~Words-Of-Wolfman
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nine reasons why you should nine reasons why you should never love a poet:

one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.

two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.

three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haunnine reasons why you should by ~369dreamergirl
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eighttwelvetwozerozeronine it is the eighth of december and i am starting to cry.

it is the eighth of december and i am all alone and
once again i have to pretend not to
mind.

it is the eighth of.

and you aren't here and it's less of the emptiness and
more of where you are now.
because i know that this is not about some other girl,
it's just about how i'm not good enough for
you.
or rather, i might be, but we both know that i
am too much trouble anyway. and i don't think that
you would want to spend your days
trying to decipher my poems for traces of you, but
i would think that now you know.

it is sometime in december and i'm already sick of the
coeighttwelvetwozerozeronine by ~369dreamergirl
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Disturbed I used to care,
just like I
used to be there.

At some point
there was a time
when I would do anything
to make you
happy.
Now, there's only
this creaky fan
spinning revolutions unnumbered,
a hanging shoelace
dangling and dancing
awkwardly in the
disturbed air.

Disturbed.

I used to care,
and I used to like
caring.
However, I find myself
overcome with
apathy.
I'm--
lethargic--
stuck here,
lifeless,
tired, drained,
emptied of
emotion.

Disturbed.

While, in my head,
a piano plays,
a constant repeating melody,
happy and perfect.
Just a few muddied parts
bounce around the neurons,
endlessly,
endlessly,
endlessly.Disturbed by ~scarecrow-circus
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Circles The walls here are white.
White?
Quite.
The walls here are quite white.
And so soft, inviting --
little whispers
laughing -- ha ha --
could I but once
see them and not desire to
      fly through them --
  ha -- but my hands --
bound to these hips --
a waist.
Waste.
Mine?
     Do let's try to be careful.
Careful,
   careful.
Circles --
  aah -- circles.
White?
Quite.
  Nice clean labcoats --
let's try another example --
  Maybe this time we can --
Quite?
-- understand.
The walls
    Circles by ~scarecrow-circus
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Theme: Within a Dream

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:bulletpurple: Sugar World Sweet tea drops and carnivals,
The yellow moon of June.
Brightness in the eyes of all.
Scarlet leaves in the winds of fall.

Sugar world inside your mind,
Sweetness in the drops of lies.
Handle with care the home of yours,
Or face your world's demise.

Lush green gardens, fragrance fine,
Crumble under touch of mine.
Collapsing world of lies within,
Choking you inside.

Sugar world inside your mind,
Sweetness in the drops of lies,
Ripped off mask of sly disguise.
Face your world's demise.

Bare branches of trees once lush,
Cold moon shines down with no love.
World of lies now land of ashes,
Hateful eyes bore into mine.

Sugar wo :bulletpurple:

:bulletpurple: Illusion of Joy The joy and light
all disappear
when darkness comes
so hopeless and near

The warmth on top
the coldness below
Of this Earth
The blackness we know

All the losses
Of today and tomorrow
are the proof of joy
How it turns to sorrow

In this world
Where we think we're free
But we are bound
by the heart's debris

The funeral march
The fading sun
another night
without hope or light

Shades of shadow
shades of night
the precious grays
are no longer light.

The illusion of joy
an illusion that's coy
don't break through
To truth - and die. :bulletpurple:

:bulletpurple: Ramblings of Life Life and Death
The heart of Fear.
Death and Life
The heart of Strife.

In this world
Where none are free
The love of men
The killing sprees.

The loving eyes
The hateful glares.
The loved one dies
And they don't care.

A heart for one
A heart for many.
The love of none
The love of all.

The hand in front
The knife behind.
The eye that sees
The eye that's blind.

One lives up
And one lives down.
But down smiles
And up frowns.

No one's white
No one's black.
Only grey
No darkness, no light.

The half that's mad
The half that's glad.
The one of truth
The truth is sad. :bulletpurple:

:bulletpurple: Where is the Laughter? The brilliant white of a diploma
Blending with the soft sunshine
Ricocheting off
The golden hair of a lover.
The small yet cozy house
Sitting by Birding Street you
Always wanted.
Yet there is wildly green grass
Tinged by splatters of flowers
Beyond that doorstep,
Shielding the ripple
Of clothing
As children----
Your very own
Ran past.

But where is the sound of laughter?
The touch of tender fingers?
The taste of sweet cold air?
The tang of mild flowers?

She opened her eyes,
And there was Nothing. :bulletpurple:

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~ExponentialBliss 14 hours ago  New member Hobbyist Writer
Yay! :D Thank you for letting me join. :3
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~LonePancake 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
I didn't mean to submit my last story for the 'Fiction' folder, it was meant for 'Horror and Suspense'. Sorry about the double submit!

Be sure to check out my page and comment on my art, if you comment on my works, I'll be sure to comment on yours! Much appreciated!
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*Huntclaw May 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I see that the critique folder is closed until further notice.
Does this mean I should wait to submit a piece I want critiqued?
Or should I go ahead and place it in another folder to be moved later?
I'm assuming that I should go with the option of waiting as moving a submission is more work.

I just answered my own question, didn't I? Ha ha.

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*CATtheMinion May 17, 2012
lookit this! chapbooks... i've never heard of them it sounds like a cool idea for writers starting out. i can't wait to open a program and set one up :iconepiclaplz:
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~SurrealGrotesque77 May 17, 2012  New member Student Artist
I run a horror mag called Surreal Grotesque if anyone is interested, we help promote new and upcoming writers & artists. If you think you might want to contribute something: dangrn77@hotmail.com. Check out the mag at: www.surrealgrotesque.com.
Future issue themes:
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~Bleeding-It-Out May 16, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Very happy to be a new member of this lovely group. I look forward to becoming really involved with it :)

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~JaniaAbigail May 15, 2012
Thanks for accepting my story. I hope to be adding more parts to it :)
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*draco-dragon84 May 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Just got accepted into the group, looks like a good group to join too. Just summited a poem I did back in the 10th grade, hope to get some inspiration and help in getting back writing poems. I'm a dark artist and like the medieval period so that relfects into my writtings and designs. I summited my poem into the "Random from Featered" in fantasy, I don't know if that was the correct gallery or not to get noticed. Thanks for the acceptance into the group and hope you like my poem.
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~izrael92 May 15, 2012  New member  General Artist
i'm trying to submit a story to the group, but don't really know wha section it should go in.
can somebody help me out?
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~Ja-mes May 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hey. I submitted my entry to the final round of the contest a few days ago. It's now a day over the deadline and it hasn't been accepted...

I hope this doesn't mean I'm not in the running... because I submitted before the deadline...

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