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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
The Wave I fell out of the sky.
My hopes and dreams went up in the flames
Along with the plane
That exploded above me.

My body crashed into the dark
The cobalt blue encircled me.
Impeding my efforts to breathe,
Great jest of water dived into my lungs.

The salty burn of the liquid
Choke.
Two lead weights
My arms pulling me down. Down.

My regret. My slow but deliberate sinking.
How little time I have left.
There maybe no chances
To make up for memories past.

The wave.
If only I had taken the time.
If only I had taken the time,
To be with those I hold dear.The Wave by ~Chez77
Elven Tales: Aurora and Chai - Ch 6 Slowly Chai opened his eyes, dazzled slightly by the frosty winter sunset. The vapour of clouds looked like smoke against the dim orange light. He sat up and peered around him.
As he thought, he began to slowly remember the events that had happened. He vaguely remembered the Minotaur, and winced as he remembered being hit by that mace. His whole body felt numb with cold but he knew that it was really going to smart later. He shivered so decided to build a fire, the flames leaped from his hand and licked at the wood. He stared into the flames, trying to recollect his memories.
"You're awake!" A voice sounded behind him.
Aurora stood there,Elven Tales: Aurora and Chai - Ch 6 by ~socks7890
Light in the Darkness by =Sefall
even it just imagine... i do love u cos my feel tell me that u is my prince..but all i get from is like wind. it means i can't catch u,i just can see or touch but i can't hold u in my hand.sometime i dream that if one day i can catch u in my hand,what should i do with it???i can't find the answer.i try to forget but my heart try to remember it..so now i think that if i can't catch u but i just imagine that u is in my hand right now..u stay  near me..ur wind make me have happiness...even it just imagine... by ~Author-skyna
Fantasy
Tournament Round 2 - Fighting for Freedom
Tournament Round 2 - Fighting for Freedom
Tournament Round 1 - Reaching Out to You
Reaching Out Singing and sadness is a strange but common combination. Usually when I'm sad, I don't feel like doing anything. It takes all of my willpower just to get up off my bed and take a shower.

However, sometimes when I feel sad, I'm able to turn my feelings into words. I was super depressed when I found out my first boyfriend was a player, but then a tune he once sang me popped into my head. Fifteen minutes later, it had lyrics. It's one of my favorite songs to date.

Today, though, my sadness is just, well, sad. No words are coming to me from this, and music isn't either. All I can do is sit in my closet and cry. Loudly.

So it wasn't a bigReaching Out by ~iloveDannyPhantom914
Immortal Form in the relief of a mind in this street vender
Set on fire by the corrupt corporations
Cry it out from the roof tops
He was just trying to feed his family
Couldn't get a break
Said fuck the world
And set the blaze
Everyone now sees the capital for what it is
A ghost of it's former self
Some candidates take from the rich to give to the poor
But not enough
So now the movement has sprung forth
Thoughts entranced
Run the fingers to the White House
And their you have the Master-In-Chief
Planning his strategy
And spreading the money
So it ends up trickling down the pyramid
But the drops are corrosive
Burning the woman's mind
Immortal by *ChainsawInk
Make Me A Promise You break my dusty heart
into a thousand
tiny, pointed, sharp
uneven pieces.
Scatterd on the floor
shards of memories
reflections of my past.

I try to gather them
in my pale, cold hands;
They prick my fingers
while salty tears drip down.

So I will leave them be,
leave them for you to see
how much you mean to me.

"If I should ever fall,
will you still help me up?"Make Me A Promise by ~StardustForTheNight
Grudging Affection by *BlueRiverShell
Tournament Round 1 - Reaching Out to You
Horror and Suspense
Scarlett's tales: Black Roses                               "BLACK ROSES"

       Chapter I: Scarlett

"Ohh Scarlett, your innocence captivates everyone who passes you. Your eyes bright color of blood, hair as dark as darkness itself. Enclosed in your memories and feelings. This night your tears fall, you lost the love of your life, so many differences, you fell into a pit of depression, but do not worry the pain will cease when the time pass and hope revived.

Meanwhile you must acceScarlett's tales: Black Roses by ~BigGirlsArt
Blood Lust-Day One part1 Day One


04:45am

It seemed the book she was currently reading did not draw her in as she turned over the second page and then closed it. Vampires, Werewolves, Witches… they were all overrated and she was beginning to get bored of the constant mention of them within school. All of the girls squeal over how cute some of the Vampire males are and how they wished they could be with them. That was one thing she never quite got… they were deadly dangerous beings yet everyone seemed to find them quite harmless.

Her eleven year old cousin is addicted to Supernatural movies and is a big fan of the Twilight Saga… on the otherBlood Lust-Day One part1 by *forbiddenkissX
Scream of the Banshee   "Dick," Agatha shuddered. "Did you hear that sound?"
"Yes, we must be getting close to the banshee."
The cool fog hung low, making it hard to see through the woods of Ireland. With each step Dick and I took, I could hear his heart pound against his chest; it was louder than the leaves and twigs that crunched as we walked.
That was a simple sign the search made him nervous, he knew more about Irish folklore than I did, but I could tell by the way he talked about banshees it was something to fear. Funny thing though I wasn't the least bit afraid. This had to be some kind of prank, and it was my job to find out who this "BansheeScream of the Banshee by ~diddstar
RLD: After The Murder The blood which boiled furiously inside Ulrich made it difficult to maintain composure as he rode in the back of the taxi. Far behind him, it was disappearing now, the sirens of police cars still rang and echoed, changed key as they moved through the city, and eventually were silenced when they arrived at the scene in the ballroom.
Ulrich was sitting up straight, and didn't move apart from his toes fidgeting inside his shoes. He was dead quiet, lost in frantic thought. Every so often the driver would peek behind at him from the rear-view mirror at him, and Ulrich caught him each time, darting back a suspicious glare.
All Ulrich could heRLD: After The Murder by *Mimzy16
Horror and Suspense
General Prose
The Monster of Greed The lagoon reflected the sun on the surface of the water, making the thicket seem opalescence by the gleaming strands of light. The suffusion of greens and yellows among the covert and forest made the four people ululate in joy and surprise.  All wore dun clothing made out of what seemed to once have been old cloth rags and satchels, but each one possessed a different expression to their faces.

             "God…This is it?" the prefect said, disappointed, "It's too small. A leviathan would never fit in there."

        &nbsThe Monster of Greed by ~SaevusWinds
The Two Brothers There once were two brothers.  Their names were Angolo and Deminis.

The land they lived in was very peaceful.  It was long before the time of man, and all the animals lived in tranquil harmony.

There were no wars in this time.  There was no strife.  Most of all, there was no death.

Angolo and Deminis embodied the spirit of man, of what man was to become.  However, they had separate ideals and personalities.

Angolo was calm and quiet.  He wished goodwill unto every living being, and treated every creature as an equal.

Deminis was his brother's opposite.  He beThe Two Brothers by *EmoKels
Innocence of the Morning Star by ~LadyIfe
we're searching for tomorrow's sake. "How do you see me?"

"…What do you mean?"

"When you look at me, do you see me the way I see myself; broken, but still alright?"

"I see someone broken, yes, but not alright."

"Worse, then?"

"No. I see… shattered glass. You've fallen into pieces and you're scattered over the floor. And it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

"How is any of that beautiful? If I'm broken glass, then what use am I?"

"On it's own, it's in despair. But once that glass finds sunlight, it takes simple rays and turns it into billions of rainbows that fill up the room."

"Oh, stop! Poetry can't solve anything. You've squandered away your whowe're searching for tomorrow's sake. by ~WritingObsessed
General Prose
Romance
The Shepherd's Response To His Dearest (PLEASE read the description first!!)

Spring can't last forever, my dear,
and harsh winter's wrath may be near,
but your position, I beseech you move,
please come with me and be my love.

While the sheep are resting in their fold,
a roaring fire protects us from the cold,
and we will watch the snow outside our cottage glitter,
and feel both our hearts and the warm fire flitter.

As the flowers fade with time,
we'll find joys that are equally sublime--
long gone is your aromatic bed of roses,
thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies.

But love, do not your pretty head fret,
for in the barren winter, we mustn't forget,
the warmerThe Shepherd's Response To His Dearest by ~Xyliaz
love would always feel like this. we used to wander around the city and ask our friends to visit their house if it was raining outside 'cause we liked the feeling of being homeless.

the thing was, you liked it 'cause you always had a home in me.

-

it was summer and our hairs smelled like lemongrass and holding hands and never letting go.
you'd never say you loved me, yet i always bothered asking.
you'd say: a cherry doesn't turn red at once, does it?
and you'd say: i never want to leave you. never. ever.
and you'd say: my parents don't think we should see each other.
and you'd say: you're perfect. too perfect.
and you'd say: i want you. now. right now.

but ylove would always feel like this. by ~Tornment
Skin: Prologue Skye: Prologue
I sit in the corner of my room shaking with fear as I hear my mum walk upstairs; she's drunk again. I know she'll come in here first, I've tried so many times to block the door but it just leads to worse injuries in the morning. If I hide she gets angrier and hurts me even more when she sees me, if I fight back she'll throw me against the wall, no matter what I do it will lead to me getting more hurt.
I can't runaway, I've tried before. My savings for a year keep me going for a week at most and when I go crawling back she locks me in my room for two days without food or water. After that I get fed enough to keep me alive, itSkin: Prologue by ~writingking
Born to Love You God created trees, mountains and seas
God blew life in the soft tulips
And God gave life to all human soul
But, before and all
God made the seven angels his witnesses
And God said: This woman is for this man

Every little creature, every rock,
Every leaf on evey tree heard God say:
'Her heart will beat to love him '
And every light breez, every sun light,
And every heart inside every life smiled
For they all knew God makes no mistakes

We met love, millions of years ago
We met before the book of destiny,
Before the heart knew how  to live and die
Before you and İ
İn a time before this time,
The dayBorn to Love You by *Mrs-Freestar-Bul
Romance
Science Fiction
I am Death 'Your hubris will be your undoing in the end, human. Your whole species is weak and fraught with fear' the creature said, as its oversized reptilian hand glided over a metal tray with instruments. 'Pain is all in the mind, a function to warn the vessel of danger. Then the weakness sets in: fear.'
The scraping of metal on metal told him that his life will surely end by the hands of this – this thing.  A malicious smile crept upon the creatures face, 'don't worry. Your time of insolence will soon come to an end.' The creature dropped what appeared to be a blood coated scalpel on the surgical table with a loud clang and walked ofI am Death by ~WARHUNTERKILLER
The Siren - 5 All Sandie learned from her very expensive blood tests was that there was no reason for her to have paid for very expensive blood tests. She did not have leprosy, or hepatitis, or any of a number of different anemias. The news was a comfort, but the check was not.

Sandie bought a book of stamps and sent a stack of poems away to the offices of Lead Soldiers, thinking that a small royalty would at least begin to fill the dent that a new door and a medical bill had left in her bank account.

"Maybe you could take up a special collection for me," she told Mike as she got him a glass of water – root beer was an unnecessary expense.

"MThe Siren - 5 by *JudgeNotNovels
False Endings "Demi, can you tell us a bedtime story?"

You look up from the bed you were making, caught lost in your thoughts once more. The girl's eyes are gray, darker now in the dim light. Her short hair, covered halfway by her black skullcap, is tangled and slightly frizzy. She hasn't brushed it yet. Her blanket is draped over her shoulders; one hand clutches it, the other is inching towards her mouth, thumb extended. She hasn't washed her face either; dirt is smudged on her cheeks from earlier today.

You don't say anything for a while as her question registers in your muddled mind. Then you raise an eyebrow. "It's late," you say flatly.

The False Endings by ~breathewithyou
Viper's Fury - Chapter 2 by =KahunaSniper
Science Fiction
Critique
IDENTITY: Chapter 1- Chris phoenix v1 Chris phoenix's life had always been EXACTLY the same. He'd wake up, put on his favorite clothes and meet his friends at the semi-abandoned army training facility to play chess or gamble sweets in card games since he always had liquorice in his pockets. The training facility, even though there was no war, was still training people to fight so Chris would always make sure to bring his antique sword with him. It is also the reason the area where he lives in is so poor, the rest of the city rejected them because of their views. They believed that training young people was a waste of time and that there wasn't ever going to be another war, becausIDENTITY: Chapter 1- Chris phoenix v1 by ~SamuelEarl666
Valentines Day Its Valentine's day, when all over the world couples, young and old, celebrate their love with red roses, chocolate, and nice dinners together. There are also your singles who celebrate the day in different fashions, including singles awareness day, eating loads of junk food, or just not even celebrating.
Then you have me. Sitting here alone in this empty park, a gentle mist rolling over the mountians into the little valley I call home. A shiver runs down my spine as the mist settles lightly in my hair.
"28 days." I say aloud to myself. My voice floats away from me in the cool wet air and I look down at my fingers. They are long and thin, Valentines Day by ~pixistixD
Numb Again by ~NLKLEIN
White Ribbon The sun shone high above the world, showering the land below with its warm light. The grassy fields swayed to the rhythm of the breeze, creating a seemingly never-ending emerald carpet upon the gentle hills of the countryside. Nestled in this wondrous place was the little town of Resembool. Renowned for its fine wool, it was Ed and Al's current destination. Accompanying them was a young woman of fifteen by the name of Crystal Hoplyne. She had long chestnut hair, which was tied up in a ponytail. Her deep sapphire eyes were full of light and joy. A content smile adorned her features as she breathed in the pure countryside air.

"Ed, this placWhite Ribbon by ~Xescay
Critique
General Fiction
General Fiction
Poetry
Feelings Part1 This is me, waiting for the dreams, goals and happiness.

My feelings are sincere, my joys and my sorrows ever present my whole being.

Happyness: When I see you and know I'll never be alone.

Solitude: I feel the silence of solitude in the dark.Feelings Part1 by ~BigGirlsArt
Soliloquy of the Soul Allow me to sink into oblivious defeat
My reason abated
My will chained.
But even in the blossoms of love
The heart is easily overruled.
To think I knew such treacherous thoughts,
vindictive in their wake.

You awake in me, by the grace,
of your impeccable loves;
tenders roses as such,
rich in the moonlight's pretty gaze.
The thorns were the blessing, I believe,
for they spoke of the iron will
and the crevices
of evanescent reality.Soliloquy of the Soul by ~AngelWingss07
will i ever learn Do i ever learn?
How many times must i hurt?
These memories burn
Deep scars in my heart,
Yet i continue to return.

Now you're the one pushing away,
Saying its just been "one of those days",
Days that turns to a week without even a "hey"...
You've claimed that if this situations doesn't change,
then it wont happen, you don't want it this way,
The relationship will fade away,
All because its got to be your way.

My heart still yearns for you,
The one who;
Isn't the controlling fool,
Is the one i can run to,
shows that you love me too.
smiles seeing me wake up next to you.

Instead, as of late
It feels like your love is tuwill i ever learn by ~kaiteaidea
What Goes On Inside My Head What goes on inside my head?
Its like an explosion sometimes,
Big, loud, and hurtful.
Its like a rainbow sometimes,
Full of wonder and excitment.
Its like philosophy sometimes,
Always something, always somewhere, always theorizing.
What goes on inside my head?
Sometimes thoughts not so nice.
Sometimes thoughts from daydreams.
Sometimes nothing at all.
I know but don't know what goes on inside my head.
My head in itself is a paradox,
Logical but illogical at the same time.
What goes on inside my head?
Well only time will know and keep its secrets,
For even I do not fully understand.What Goes On Inside My Head by ~darkbutterfly96
Poetry
Fan Fiction
Fan Fiction
Angst
Immortalism: Part 1 Chapter 2 by ~njcarr
Because my dog comes into stores "That's so cool! You get to take your dog into stores?"
No. It's not cool. It's fastening him into a special seatbelt when I get into the car. It's judgemental looks when I take the handicapped stall with my legs clearly working, like the question of where I'm going to stick my dog isn't something that occurs to these people. It's a half-dozen little coats for when it's cold or hot or raining, stupid things I'm forever dressing and undressing him in, each one sewn with patches reading "PLEASE DON'T PET ME I'M WORKING" that don't do a damn thing to stop unwanted attention. It's my immature classmates barking as I pass or shouting out contradiBecause my dog comes into stores by ~FlyingGuineaPig
Gypsy  Perhaps she'll drop out of college, use all her bank account money and take a train to New York. Or maybe Seattle, for she likes all the cafes, the art, the vintage. Perhaps she'll return to California and live with friends and tell her parents that she's still at university.

Yeah, that could work. That's one way to disappear.

Maybe she'll meet a rich, married man that will take care of her as long as she's good with her tongue and her curves. He could take her to San Francisco where being strange is the norm, and she could find home in old houses smashed together for equity's sake.

She'll grow fond of small towns with simple herGypsy by *ChiyakoChan
-Song- The Save (spoken)
Do you even remember now,
What I told you then?

I'm crying now,
Oh yes, I'm bleeding now
Oh will you save me now…
No, you'll never

You were never a hero
And I am tiered of my binds
So what I tell you, you will remember
I am saving both you and me now

I need you now,
Hum um, where are you now
You're not here right now…
I won't surrender

I was never a hero
But I know that there's still some time
So I do this so you will remember
I am here to turn this around

The wait is over
Lost hope make me stronger
Finally I can see it
Its freedom's eyes!

I don't need a hero
I have found the trust in me -Song- The Save by ~SilverStreak91
Angst
Entries in Past Contests
Amber Twilight Bleak, is the light in your eyes she said.
They're no bleaker than the skies of amber red.
Cold, is the feel of your skin she said.
It's no colder than the wind that blows overhead.
Hush now my dear remain left unsaid
for all I desire is to go to bed.

Grim, is your disposition he said.
It's no grimmer than your lies you have misled.
Frail, is the sound of your voice he said.
It's no frailer than the auburn leaves you tread.
Silence to your treachery remain left unsaid
for all I desire is to go to bed.

Scarred, is your conscience they said.
It's not as scarred as the tree when the fire spread.
Lost, is the state of your soulAmber Twilight by ~Bebopboy
Perfect Strangers                        They were perfect strangers until today.Perfect Strangers by ~9atrigg
Older One and Younger One THIS IS A SHORT STORY BASED ON THE TV SERIES BABYLON 5. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED ALL 5 SEASONS OF BABYLON 5, FOR THIS CONTAINS SNIPPETS OF SPOILERS. IF YOU'VE NO WISH TO SEE BABYLON 5 (YOU SHOULD!) YOU CAN READ THIS AS A STAND ALONE SHORT STORY.




The Older One and the Younger One.

I was told once that the universe consisted of first ones and younger ones under their protection. The first ones were few but long living and powerful. Before the universe decided that life had to be short to be appreciated, the first ones accumulated much power and knowledge. Most of the first ones moved on. After they left the younger ones wOlder One and Younger One by *MrsNox
The Night I found Perfection by ~SharGerman
Entries in Past Contests
Manga and Comics
Manga and Comics
Humor
99 percent of Everything I actually didn't know I could use magic until that one day when I somehow set fire to the high school chemistry lab. Of course most people assumed I had simply screwed up the experiment, but I knew I hadn't. There was this one girl who had always pissed me off, she always stepped on people's toes to get what she wanted. Yet everyone seemed to worship her. Most would call her an innocent angel of beauty, but I'd rather call her an evil mastermind. And I guess bitch works fine too. But now I'm getting off-subject. I'm not here to write about my intense hatred for Melinda Grady. This is written for a different purpose.

Anyhow, she was slight99 percent of Everything by ~EternalSunday
The night I set fire to my room I had just turned 15. My room was decorated in that 90s 'I'm an oddball' fashion of suns, moons, stars, Nirvana and Radiohead everywhere and a friend of mine had bought me a joke present, a book of witch's spells.

Halloween was in the October air as I flicked through the pages one evening, never intending to enact any of the 'magic,' as I was far too lazy to draw pentagrams or collect leaves facing only in a south-easterly direction on a Tuesday etc. However I stopped when I reached a particular page.

Being a normal 15 year old girl I had a crush on somebody, and the 'love spell' was the only thing that wouldn't require lots of effort. The night I set fire to my room by ~MadeleineSwann
Glass POV by *AuburnOleander
The Ballad of a Drunken Dwarf The inn "Drunken Ox" was the place to be
when arms felt heavy or feet were weary;
the beds were cheap and mead was sweet, as sweet
as were the girls who welcomed us cheery!

Old innkeeper Anne made the sweetest pie
you ever did try, to soothe the hunger
of guests who rented beds, miners and bards,
and there was I – a dwarf and a monger.

I travelled the world, saw many a place,
drank many a pint, but I've never tried
a pie as sweet or mead as rich as I
found here in Anne's tavern, her fame and pride.

And each night, after supper, bards would sing
and girls would dance, a joy to hear and see!
But when I'd start to quiThe Ballad of a Drunken Dwarf by ~Agnes-Arelia
Humor
Non-Fiction
Chapter One: Emptied: Part One Chapter One:Emptied:Part One:                          

The room was cold as ice, my arm and leg bandaged up in slings. My clothes were the classic camouflage uniform, yet, tattered and tinted black from fires and smoke. My roommate, Jad, was asleep in the twin bed next to mine. Jad had only suffered an object lacerating the skin above his eye, but it stretched from above his eye brow and down to his cheek. Jad would be going home in a few days and I would remain here in the infirmary while I healed. I'd been here eleven days now, and I woulChapter One: Emptied: Part One by ~stitchedBACKtogether
Enigma  Enigma

I have always enjoyed watching medical dramas during my free time. I especially love "House," because it is more of a medical mystery, and I doubt any ordinary person could ever figure that show out until the very end of an episode. Every week I am drawn to the television as a fictional patient is emitted to the clinic with obscure symptoms that no doctor can link to any one cause. Then a surge of adrenaline rushes through my body as Dr. House slowly connects various test results over the course of an hour long show until he has his moment of realization and manages to make the proper diagnosis.

Unfortunately, it seems thatEnigma by *TopsyTrouillefou
I Wrote this While I was Drunk by =ColorMeHappyx3
To Lose A Friend To finally meet someone who shares interests with you.
To enjoy this person's company.
To welcome this person into your heart and mind as a friend.
To suddenly lose this person.
To watch as this person ignores you.
To feel the pain of being alone.
To lose a friend.To Lose A Friend by ~Xyliaz
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 The 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.                         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 fBloody 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 stare"thank you for being so brave" by ~Birds-with-Teeth
Poetry 2009 to 2010
Perfect Strangers Contest
There There There There

In a crowded city street on a winter night, Sophia glanced at a clock tower and realized she was late coming home. With the same dread of a lost child, Sophia wandered the streets searching for a nearby train station. Although there were several lights positioned at every intersection, she felt as if every step took her further into some unseen black void.

Several snowflakes fell before Sophia eyes and a shiver suddenly ran through her whole body. Almost automatically, she walked into a dreary looking coffee shop with a dingy glass door. A small bell chimed out as she entered. Inside the place was badly lit, and there werThere There by ~CitrusCloud
Angel vs. the demon I don't know who I am
What is this demon that looks at me?
I look in the mirror and see a face,
Actually I see two different faces,
One human and one demon.
Both look like the same person,
But at the same time look different.
Which is real, which is fake?

The human is filled with so much light,
Compared to it, the sun is a black hole.
Her heart is made of pure gold,
So warm and filled with love.
She looked so happy,
But then a shadow cast over her heart,
She started losing all her joy,
Lost her will to keep moving on.

The demon, filled with hate.
Her heart shattered with lies and tears,
It was too late for her to fix iAngel vs. the demon by ~Candygal72
Paranormal Nine hours Eighteen minuets and Forty Two seconds before
The pattern of people walking in a train station was always estranged.
A mother with a stroller walking, stopping, placing her bag on the ground, fixing the child in his seat and then walking around so she can start on her way again. A business man with a brief case walks past so fast he's hardly seen in the first place.
The Metra station wasn't far outside of Chicago but it still had the fuss of the big city built into it. The city has roughly thirty thousand people in it. The largest age population is from fifteen years old to twenty five years and the second most populated isParanormal by ~XsaveXmeXsoldierX
Walking With Death by ~AliceKKT
Perfect Strangers Contest
Poetry Early 2011
. How could I save someone's life
when I can barely hang onto mine?. by ~OmnomnomSquirl
Scrub I stand under the shower head
Steaming water runs down my skin
And I scrub myself till I'm red and raw
Why, why, why?
I let you touch me all over
I felt your calloused hands on me
When I close my eyes at night
I still see your lust-filled eyes
And those damned calloused hands
Fingernails chewed away
Rough palms
Dirt stained fingertips
All prying their way under my clothes
Sickening as it is
I didn't stop you
Your filth invaded me
Crept into my clothes and
Almost completely stole
My innocence
So here I stand
Tears mixing with my bathwater
That's as dirty and filthy as me
And I scrub at myself
Until my skin peels off
AnScrub by ~xDamagedRose08x
SPACE Deep breath...

A gaping chasm separates the clouds and I fall up into the black abyss called space.
Floating through the eternal vacuum, just waiting for my brains to explode from oxygen deficiency.
I meet Wheatly on my way for breakfast on Pluto, and remember to tell Chell that he's sorry for what he's done.
There are so many stars, it's starting to get a little boring. You can't tell one from another anymore.
God seems to be in here too, just trolling humankind as usual.

I don't want to be here much longer, but I also feel no longing to go back to the world that caged my identity.
Maybe I can go live on a comet with the little prSPACE by ~CompulsivelyChildish
Ginger No pass to heaven, no place in hell
No soul have I, for Lucy to sell

A witch I am, in medieval gloom
My hair reflects my fiery tomb

Paler than white, in the shadow I lie
Easily burnt, under Gods searing eye

Mouse tracks on my complexion, even after I die
Enough hints have I given, tell me. What am I?Ginger by ~CompulsivelyChildish
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 unLonely 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 someoReaching 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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Freedom of speech is something precious that writers treasure, even if we don’t always realize it. It always us to create, express ourselves, and so much more. They're accepting both prose and poetry! You just have to join the group and go to the “Freedom of Speech” contest folder to submit your work. :la:

There is no minimum or maximum length requirements; this contest is about freedom.

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:bulletpurple: Empty glasses I. May 27, 1993
I vomited in a Kate Spade bag last Sunday.

You called later that night. I remember only because I was throwing darts when you rang. As I rushed over to the damn thing, I tripped over a stack of Vanity Fair magazines that John had left, and let them slide across the shiny wood of the floor.

As you tiredly asked me how I was, I struggled to think of a point-blank way to say that I'd been great, having shot bulls'-eyes at your photo all afternoon. I couldn't think of one, though, and so chose instead to blindly light matches in the darkness of our empty bedroom, the phone cutting into my shoulder.

I suppose at one poin :bulletpurple:

:bulletpurple: Orchestrated madness Just for a moment, she can pretend that the cigarette held between her two fingers is a conductor's baton—

The flame that sets her eyes alight makes them dance like starlight on the dark side of the moon, and for just one second she is a thing of beauty, she is more than a puzzle piece with cracked and jagged edges, she is loved.

She is a machine-made monster, a girl of such horrendous gravity that she devoured herself from the inside out—she is more than human, she has surpassed humanity—and someday she will be complete, unified, with the other half that calls from the gutters and the dark alleyways.

She is a puzzle :bulletpurple:

:bulletpurple: vacant. the gods are opening windows,
scattering stardust across the universe
and we're not there to see it.

here we stand,
on the stairway to heaven
so close
yet
so
far.

we know everything
and everything's not enough,
finding solace in desperation.

bring me to your sunrise,
hold me in that opium-tinged dawn
that miasma
cold and soulless
across a grey skyline that never changes.

it feels like it's never enough,
doesn't it.

wandering wondering waiting,
playing games with ourselves
that make this world lose its sheen
this city of bricks
and eyes

you know everything
but this.

it won't be much longer.

playing ga :bulletpurple:

:bulletpurple: I am the future my lungs are disintegrating.

wrapped up in spinal cords and vocal chords, electric cords, i incubate. though my shell is organic, my heart is a hard drive, made of aluminum alloy and ferrite compound. it does not beat; it functions, it regulates. the wires in my hands and my spine are twisted and perfect, sending static through me and across the skies.

the glass of my eyes shines in the fluorescent silver light, lavish love child of the industry and the populace. the little people and the girls in the walls have never failed to see the greatness of my being—they are enthralled. here, i am loved.

the cords glow brighter, and the :bulletpurple:

:bulletpurple: and burn we are tangled up
in
lights and shapes
and colours,
driving on this road to nowhere.

the sun burns
as helios watches my
     decaying
          half-life

in loneli—
               ness.

the world is flat,
                    the sky a distant wing

i weep from the pain of knowing
this sandbox is my prison,
ethereal flat plain of nothingness
and everything.

as i driv :bulletpurple:

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~RebbieChan 14 hours ago
For the critique thing...can I critique something form the critique folder without being a contributor?

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~XxmehnameisSilverxX 16 hours ago
Crap. X_X I accidentally submitted the wrong thing to the poetry folder.

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Mentally dating England from Hetalia. <3

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Mood: Love ~BrokenCrescendo 4 days ago
I joined a couple days ago but didn't get the chance to say hai. So, hai. (: I'm probably younger than the majority of you, but whatever! I love making new friends <3 Just wanted to say I've been writing for years, and I hope to publish a book...one day. <333 SO HAI TO ALL MY WRITER-BUDDIES!

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Mood: Cheerful ~RoguexSanchez Jan 10, 2012
Hi i just joined a minute ago, and i wanted to introduce myself. I'm Rogue and I been writing for a pretty long time but I am not a pro or anything like that. Well I look forward to hear what you guys have to say about my book please be nice to me ^.^

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~cutelilkitten96 Jan 6, 2012
Im having a fanfiction contest in my group, "Literature-Freaks" please write!!! It'll be greatly appreciated!!!

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Walk a day in my shoes, Then you can judge me.
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I love Pokemon, Warrior cats, and Black Butler!
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Don't question why I do things because half the time I don't even know why I do them!
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In your pants!
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You see, I am simply just one Hell of a fangirl
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~Eshyell Jan 6, 2012
Thanks for accepting my work ^_^

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Release my heart to wander, and my soul shall ride upon the wind.
May the Heavens Smile fondly on all those who dwell in my circle.
A shadow at midnight, just a whisper in the wind.
Procrastination Prevails \o/
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~AncientVampyr Jan 6, 2012
Hi guys! I just joined ths group and wanted to say hi to all of you! If you're wondering what kina stuff I write, I write either poetry or fanfiction stories. am a slow writer, and so you may not see any of new work from me for months on end sometimes! If you start to read my stuff (when I actually put it up) and want to read more, then I'm sorry for being slow! Also, when I submit something to the group, it probably won't go in the critique folder, but some of my worse stuff may, as I would really like help to improve what I am bad at. Thanks for readng this!
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~Shadowfang88 Jan 5, 2012
Hello! I just joined the group and I figured I would introduce myself. So yeah hi and all. I'm looking forward to posting my stories for you all to read even though I'm kinda a beginner writer. And I was wondering if your allowed to post chapter stories? I'm writing a novel and figured I would submit each chapter to hear what people think about it.

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~Scyon-Death Jan 4, 2012
Hello everyone~ I'm kinda new to the writing scene, but I really do want some help with my writing and such. A lot of people say I got the archetype for being a pretty good writer, but I could use some help. So this is me saying Hi and such..! Looking forward to some literature and such, and hopefully helping others as well!

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~Wiliart Jan 3, 2012
For all the writers it has
I joined this great group
For the love, for the hate
For all the art created
Please be kind to me
As I speak so much
English the third I do
In languages that is
Say what you want
For critique is welcome

I guessed my "Whoho, I'm a member!" should be why I joined. So off course, it's in poem.

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In the end it's all about the energy.
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