HarleaQuinn66, 28 december 2011
Chapter One: Samantha Goldstone
7 years old
I am a dӕmon. No, not a creepy little goblin thing with horns and a tail that breaths fire. I look human, talk like a human, act human, do human things; I pretty much am human. Except, of course, for the big, black, feathered wings protruding (... więcej)
Tiffany, 28 december 2011
May I just say I loved you before I knew you, I loved you the moment I found out about you, I loved you before you arrived, maybe that made me stupid, to give you an appearance a personality, because you never got a chance, you never saw the beautiful face you would never forget, you were never told (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 27 december 2011
What callousness of mind resides with those with whom power of human course to be taken, renders a path of destruction and sufferance of colossal-scale, yet unseen in human history?
How can they be blind to all they make manifest and, to what gain?
No natural power of nature can compete with (... więcej)
George Krokos, 27 december 2011
Nature's wilderness has its characteristics which are its constituents. Never before had I seen such a splendid sight of grace and beauty as a waterfall. Life was being given to the green flowing lush vegetation on either side of a glittering strip of fluid motion moving down the land like a (... więcej)
Ailys, 27 december 2011
It was late afternoon in south Miami , and the sun, already sinking into the western sky, was bathing everything around us a pink light.
The guide stood on a block of carved coral, and in a grandiose manner, he waved his arms in order to encompass the extraordinary structure that surrounded us.
(... więcej)
Jacob Ellinger, 26 december 2011
Though thy teeth be sharp, and thy claws great, waste not thy strength on me,
for thy beauty doth pierce mine heart worse than any wound.
Do not waste thy breath upon me, for I burn already a passion far greater than I can bear.
Oh
dragon, hold back not thine beauty from mine eyes any longer, (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 26 december 2011
Ether, source to mind-wave energy, conscripted within it, frequency wave cycles that ebb and flow to the optimum degree of resonance and amplitude, to mingle and weave without imposed resistance, traversing the cosmic quantum spiral toward ineffable beginning without end to compose by the mind’s eye, (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 26 december 2011
Grappling with the unseen umbilical cord that nourishes the creative soul with thought-giving blood to feed a want to expunge the vile, evilness infused into being that gives rise to wallowing in the foul stench and bile flow that exudes from life-pulsating decrepid, gray-hued veins that destructively (... więcej)
George Krokos, 26 december 2011
The reason for the expedition had lost its meaning. Everyone was now interested in what they were seeing about them other than that for which we had originally come. The expression on all of their faces seemed to tell the story plain enough but, there was evident a certain degree of conscience which (... więcej)
Patrick Fleskes, 25 december 2011
Lukewarm Night Stale Ambition
Damned ambitions. They never had a fightin’ chance. I guess society is hang up on the cessation of youthful energies ever bein' released in any sort of decent matter, ‘cause when the moon drags her sorry self across the curve of the heavens all shudders close while (... więcej)
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