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Victimthe blood runs down my eyes,
with crystal tears and broken sighs,
the pain runs through my thighs,
between the truth and all the lies,
my heart just breaks and slowly dies,
between my screams and beaten cries,
i fall down through the blackened skies,
and smash too pieces, never to riseVictim by ~WaffleGamer
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The Loss of HumanityThe Loss of Humanity

2054; the year of reform. Society has collapsed, in a sense. Now money literally does drive the existence of most human beings, decent or not. Their mistakes have caught up to them and natural resources are running very dry. Only the rich and powerful can survive, so now new bands of assassins are forming. But, of course, very few humans, no matter how starved they are, will degrade themselves to killing others for money. Even the some of the filthiest have a shred of humanity. Thanks to new technology, though, those without any left can just erase their humanity; their memories. Without those, a person is just a void anThe Loss of Humanity by ~Mysteriouslittlekit
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Need A Hug?"Need A Hug?"

The wind chimes are ringing from a delicate blow
The city in lights is completely covered in snow
The waters are freezing down by the bay
But all of these sights to me appear grey

A rainbow appeared minutes after rain
A patient with a doctor was cured of his pain
Families on-board are being served on a train
But this food just doesn't taste the same

A butterfly has landed on a delicate branch
The cattle are roaming outside on a ranch
Hummingbirds are chirping high in a tree
Oh, how I wish you were here with me

A festival is held in a city's huge halls
A boy is waiting for an intimate call
A bass is pumping music through the Need A Hug? by =BleedTheDream180
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Giving Back SundayI wanted to give
her my Sundays.
the sky did not want
them.
It rejected the lazy orange
armada of clouds that shifted
through the skies
and the formally uncomfortable
formalities of manners
at the dinner table
so it left them
on my window sill.
They were empty and
I wanted to give
them to her
these Sundays that had failed
to capture the meaning that
I tried to put into them.
I wrapped them up
in a silk purple bow
hoping she could do with
them what I could not,

I thought she would
take them
and fill them maybe
with her swelling heart
or kiss them with ripe lips.
I thought maybe
she would put her eye lashes
in them and give them a chance
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Victimthe blood runs down my eyes,
with crystal tears and broken sighs,
the pain runs through my thighs,
between the truth and all the lies,
my heart just breaks and slowly dies,
between my screams and beaten cries,
i fall down through the blackened skies,
and smash too pieces, never to riseVictim by ~WaffleGamer
The Loss of HumanityThe Loss of Humanity

2054; the year of reform. Society has collapsed, in a sense. Now money literally does drive the existence of most human beings, decent or not. Their mistakes have caught up to them and natural resources are running very dry. Only the rich and powerful can survive, so now new bands of assassins are forming. But, of course, very few humans, no matter how starved they are, will degrade themselves to killing others for money. Even the some of the filthiest have a shred of humanity. Thanks to new technology, though, those without any left can just erase their humanity; their memories. Without those, a person is just a void anThe Loss of Humanity by ~Mysteriouslittlekit
Need A Hug?"Need A Hug?"

The wind chimes are ringing from a delicate blow
The city in lights is completely covered in snow
The waters are freezing down by the bay
But all of these sights to me appear grey

A rainbow appeared minutes after rain
A patient with a doctor was cured of his pain
Families on-board are being served on a train
But this food just doesn't taste the same

A butterfly has landed on a delicate branch
The cattle are roaming outside on a ranch
Hummingbirds are chirping high in a tree
Oh, how I wish you were here with me

A festival is held in a city's huge halls
A boy is waiting for an intimate call
A bass is pumping music through the Need A Hug? by =BleedTheDream180
Giving Back SundayI wanted to give
her my Sundays.
the sky did not want
them.
It rejected the lazy orange
armada of clouds that shifted
through the skies
and the formally uncomfortable
formalities of manners
at the dinner table
so it left them
on my window sill.
They were empty and
I wanted to give
them to her
these Sundays that had failed
to capture the meaning that
I tried to put into them.
I wrapped them up
in a silk purple bow
hoping she could do with
them what I could not,

I thought she would
take them
and fill them maybe
with her swelling heart
or kiss them with ripe lips.
I thought maybe
she would put her eye lashes
in them and give them a chance
to Giving Back Sunday by ~TheStoyTeller
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Non-Fiction
I Can't See TruthYou know those days? We all have ‘em. Those days when you are convinced by simple actions that people have a different view of you than what you were made to believe. I had one of those days today.
I person that I thought was a very good friend, ran a piece of paper across the front of my neck. I know, a simple action. I told him that it had hurt me, and he made a similar motion and slid it across his throat as well and disagreed with me.  And I realized something. His life must really suck.
I usually don’t pay any attention to it, but at least once every day he talks about how it would be better if he just died and that if I did the same. I don’t understand. Maybe I make fun of him too much. Maybe I call him gay too much. Maybe he truly thinks his life would be better if either I didn’t exist of if he didn’t.
I tell him how there was no possible way to kill my “immortal soul”. And that if he killed himself, I would find a way to bring himI Can't See Truth by ~DaSkysTheLimit
Interprequy - The Confidence BreakerI sit, stare, silence my superior. The hand that fed knowledge is now the hand of oppression, judgement. The slim, slender and tender finger runs a blemishing trail over my glory.

Strike me with suppression.

The finger weighs the sword of cold blood. A strike. X marks the spot of error. Strike. X marks the spot of failure, but not of treasure. Strike. My invisible self burns. Why do you continue the torture? Strike. The hand that fed contradicts itself.

Mark me with a letter, a number.

The sword carves into the pure white. Blood blemishes its purity. A symbol of failure is born from the hellish tip. A symbol, a letter, a number defines meInterprequy - The Confidence Breaker by =Matsudarias
Interprequy - One dayOne day, one night. Upon when the third eye noiselessly speaks, it alleviates our invisible barrier of inadequacy; the physical barrier of intolerance and the emotional barrier of conscious withdrawal.

Upon when the invulnerable, indiscernible herald of one’s inner self bears witness to the cousins of inspiration, light shall spout. Whence darkness is but a pawn; whence light is but your stimulant, allow it to be your parallel’s fuel to drive a mighty sea of innovation through bodiless aspiration.

Upon when the unseen, the unthinkable, and the uncatchable sickness congregates at your feet, see to it with your cousins and emancipInterprequy - One day by =Matsudarias
Exploitation, Guns, And DrugsOk anti-gun nuts, the jig is up.  We know you are trying to take the guns, we know you want the Second Amendment destroyed.   The Democrats and Moss Covered Washed Up RINO's want to see the second amendment destroyed and they are taking steps to see to it that it happens.
Universal background checks will not keep guns out of the hands of criminals.  Anyone who says otherwise simply does not understand how the black market operates. Such policy has never worked for drugs. Drug prohibition has cost the tax payers over a trillion dollars.  Just because a gun can kill and marijuana can't is not a good argument as a reason to claim drug prohibition and further gun regulations as not being the same thing. Drugs are what fuels the violence in the streets.  Universal background checks will not keep the GUNS out of the HANDS of criminals regardless if guns can be used to kill and marijuana can't. Guns being able to kill someone as a reason for the universal background checks is irrelevant, aExploitation, Guns, And Drugs by ~FlipswitchMANDERING
Non-Fiction
Sci-Fi
LACONIAN GAMESLACONIAN GAMES

1.

The doors to the bridge opened and the First Officer a tall and slim built man rose from the command Chair.

“Captain on the bridge”

All the bridge officers stood to attention. The Captain muttered an “As you were” and moved to his seat.

Captain Gabriel West was a tall, powerfully built and strikingly handsome man and when he came into a room he seemed to exert a raw sexual energy that all the
more potent for it were not intentional. His brown hair was cut short.

The H.M.S Tundra was his vessel but due to a rather difficult first cruise where he and his crew destroyed a Laconian pirate fleet andLACONIAN GAMES by *gothikuk
Children of Light ProloguePrologue

The hallway resounded to the sounds of heavy footfalls and the young woman paid no heed to the noise as she dressed herself in the mirror. She smoothed her white cloak over her shoulders and ruffled her long hair until it fell down her back in a cascade of Blonde waves. To say she was beautiful was short of the mark her beauty had no words to assimilate it too.

A woman of science and one of the most respected members of the Karoka Science council she was also a member of the most powerful ruling house and her words were listened to more then those of her father or her brothers.

She turned as her door opened and the captain of the Children of Light Prologue by *gothikuk
Hybrid, Chapter 2: The End is Near by *Bclement117
Hybrid, Chapter 4: Birth
Chapter 4:
Birth

January 25, 2335

    On Planet Chartorla, the Cobains were having their evening service at the Temple of Teren. They appear similar to humans, but with snake skin. All of them were bowing and praying out loud in front of two statues of their gods at the altar. The priests carried bowls of food and water as they were making an offering to them.

    All of the sudden, a mysterious vortex appeared at the altar and Helen emerged. The Cobains froze in fear as if she was their goddess. She stood in fear as well, not knowing who they were or where she was. Immediately, they bowed to her and faced the floor fearing of disrespectHybrid, Chapter 4: Birth by *Bclement117
Sci-Fi
Fan Fics
A Lot of Catching Up To Do (gohan and piccolo)Ninety-eight years of knowledge woke another morning, milky dawn light spilling through the blinds onto his bed. He woke alone. Indeed; the space next to him had been vacant for ten years now.

He swung his shaky legs off the bed, his feet slipping perfectly into the bed shoes placed neatly on the wooden floor. He wrapped his thin fingers around the cane that leaned against his bedside table and lifted himself away from the blankets, taking tiny steps out of the bedroom and to the kitchen.

Gohan settled into the rocking chair on his porch, where he could have a proper view of West City and the rolling foothills. His sight had always been fauA Lot of Catching Up To Do (gohan and piccolo) by ~DecemberThePoet
Chaos Competition Chapter 2One Lucky Guy

Morning arrived, and Celestia basked in the full glory of yet another day that she had started by rising the sun. She smiled, feeling quite calm and content. The thoughts of the annoying and certainly uncomfortable ‘conversation’ that she had with Discord the day before had nearly left her mind... until, of course, she went and thought of that afternoon again.

She sighed in annoyance as she entered the balcony. She knew she would find Luna asleep after standing guard for the night. It wasn’t like she wanted to bother her with such trivial matters, anyway. Discord and his shameless, cynical approaches were herChaos Competition Chapter 2 by ~AAV-sama
Chaos Competition Chapter 3Gala Night Gone Wrong

Night arrived into Equestria and covered Canterlot in the beautiful, starry environment to add natural enhancement to the event. With the perfect night started the regal festivities of the prestigious and greatly attended Grand Galloping Gala.

Discord stood beneath the moonlight as he admired the sky. He was desperately tempted to cast a few spells, if only to calm himself down, but instead he looked at his feet and sighed. He felt very confused about everything that went on around him, everything that had happened in the last couple of days

It felt very odd and uncomfortable to have those heavy thoughts, it felt wronChaos Competition Chapter 3 by ~AAV-sama
Chaos Competition Chapter 1Challenges

It had been a hectic time over Ponyville ever since Discord was ‘willingly’ released from his spell by the Mane Six, under Celestia's orders, in order to be reformed by none other than Fluttershy.

During this time, Discord tried to manipulate Fluttershy like a fool. He bullied her pet, ate contents of books from Twilight’s library home, spun Fluttershy’s cottage off the ground, made everyone (yes, everyone. Including Fluttershy’s own pet rabbit, whatever the annoying furball was called--yes, Angel) question Fluttershy's capability to follow the princess' orders, tried to turn Fluttershy against her oChaos Competition Chapter 1 by ~AAV-sama
Fan Fics
Young Adult
Batmaster and Frosty: Zero Hour
Batmaster and Frosty: Zero Hour

Written by Haz-Za

Part One: Bank Heist

Seeker City, Australia

It was a cool night in the city of Seeker. Purple-grey clouds drifted across the dark cobalt sky with the occasional bright lights of planes and helicopters piercing the darkness. Down below in the sprawling city, bright headlights, neon signs and skyscrapers created an illuminating, beautiful light show.

Up on the highest point of the city, on a very high building known as Seeker Tower, a lone figure stood on the rim of the lookout centre. It was very dark and the black clothes she wore easily blended in with the gloomy night. The girl, as she Batmaster and Frosty: Zero Hour by =Haz-Za
Zero Hour: Part Two
Part Two: Encountering The Impossible

Batmaster flew all over the North Seeker, searching for troublesome criminals. In the space of two hours, she stopped a brawl outside a nightclub, chased down a mugger before tying him to a pole and even pulled two men from a horrific car crash -- all done with very few people seeing her.

She did not want to become popular and seen as the hero of Seeker City. Stick to the shadows, she told herself, be a ghost, a phantom. Be silent, be swift and sneaky and most importantly, follow your instincts and use your powers for good and never hurt an innocent being without reason. Use your senses; they are your mZero Hour: Part Two by =Haz-Za
Zero Hour: Part Three
Part Three: A Sinking Shipment

The Batmaster flew to her 'home', which really was a hole in the side of a cliff that twisted down into a round cave. She shaped it out and it now served as her base. Her bats also stayed with her and seeing it was on protected heritage ground, no one came here. The cliff was over the rough ocean with many rocks and the cliff jutted out over the top of her hidey hole so she could fly and defend her city without a care in the world. Or, at least she could, at night.

Batmaster glided through the ivy curtain that grew around her hole and walked inside, the torches on the wall providing light in the darkness. She Zero Hour: Part Three by =Haz-Za
Zero Hour: Part Four
Part Four: So The Bat Bleeds Red…

The night was relatively quiet after the stopping of the shipments. Batmaster flew slower then usual through the air, her dark clothes and wings blending in with the night. South Seeker was very silent for a Tuesday night; the only noises were the bats feasting on fruit in the bushland nearby and the train engines as they flew across the railway tracks.

North Seeker… Full of intelligent crims who didn't like to get their hands dirty but when they did, no one knew. It was hard to say which place was worse – The North claimed it was the South and the South agreed with them… Only because thZero Hour: Part Four by =Haz-Za
Young Adult
Fantasy
Cheshire CatsDay 42
Cheshire Cat
July 22, 2012

Alice was lost in the forest again. She ran through endless borogroves of trees that laughed at her desperate flight. Throwing branches in her face, snarling in her hair, and clawing her vivid azure gown. It had been so long since her last visit here, and she had grown so much. She was almost 16 now.

But her age didn't matter. The Queen of Hearts still wanted her dead, and her card soldiers were only too eager to please. She could hear them getting closer as she hurtled helplessly through the forest.

A tree stuck out a root and she was sent flying to land face first in the dirt of a clearing. The branches Cheshire Cats by ~earthian101
New Start: Chapter 5 (Rewrite)Charlie hesitantly looked around the room and then back at Sock,
wondering whether he could trust him or not. He didn't seem to care for
Rettor, but that didn't necessarily mean he was an ally.

“No, I’m not from here, at least… I don’t know anymore.” Charlie
muttered.

Footsteps echoed in the hall outside, and Sock turned to address the
visitor. It was the burned woman.

“More tasks for me?” Sock asked.

“I believe so; Rettor wants to talk to you.”

Sock shrugged and shoulders and walked off down the hall as the nurse
stepped into the doorway, staring at Charlie blankly. She seemed New Start: Chapter 5 (Rewrite) by ~Thespazking
When Predatory Instinct Takes OverSakuira swallowed hard trying to quench the dryness in his throat. The horrid taste of bile and stale blood was met by his attempt to get rid of the golf-ball-sized-lump that had seemed to take it's unwanted residence there.
He kept speaking to a minimum as not to alert his bestfriend- who happened to be sitting next to him droning on about what he had planned for them to do in the coming week. So very oblivious to the signs Sakuira would have thought obvious if it had been the other way around, however under normal circumstances Sakuira would have been following everything Andre was saying to a T, making sure that he knew what was going to happen and how he could work around said events. 
The thing was most vampires in Nyaura fed regularly so that they didn't become prey to their hunger. Most vampires, usually had willing donors that they could go to if and when they needed it, and if that failed there was always the blood banks that were situated in almost every town. But unlikeWhen Predatory Instinct Takes Over by =ShelleyAnderson
The Underworld of Vegas by ~Preado-Carnifex
Fantasy
Horror
Horror
Action and Adventure
A Love Triangle Gone WrongShadows were my friend.

I took the initiative and turned right down the mound, blending into the scatter of trees. The fight between the Crusade and the white-eyed monsters looked frightening, but intriguing at the same time. Some of the Crusaders ran out into the burning grass, but were accompanied by what appeared to be healers. They wore vivid green robes that covered head to toe. One in particular was close by with a knight. The knight was swinging for dear life at the hordes of white-eyed beasts. With each swing, he was guaranteed a kill by decapitation. Then, a Defiler then struck him at his face and left three scars on his cheek. ImmeA Love Triangle Gone Wrong by =Matsudarias
Initiation (Rewrite) by ~Preado-Carnifex
Lenae Chapter Ten by *serpion5
Cassandria the Assassin: The One Who JudgesAfter what seemed like an hour, Raven and I gave in for the search and sat down against trees. I sat with knees up and head lolling against the bark. Where we were escaped me, we could have been anywhere on this continent by now. I couldn't hear the sea either. "I think Advisor Wood was fooling us when he gave us that letter. Stupid riddle." Raven scowled and fiddled with one of her daggers. She twisted and turned the dagger into the soil like a drill. "I wonder how my other students are doing, back in the Olympion Flatlands. Good?" Her eyes met mine and expectantly stared.

"Well... I've survived." I smiled and touched my stomach wound. It dCassandria the Assassin: The One Who Judges by =Matsudarias
Action and Adventure
Romance
Angelhe was a broken boy,
just another broken toy,
on a long winding road,
lost and searching in circles,
searching for a home,
a place to lay his heart at rest,
when he heard her voice he knew,
when he saw her she lit his world,
not a broken boy,
not a broken toy,
but a man instead,
in her eyes was the soul of an angel,
his saving graceAngel by ~WaffleGamer
Till Next We Meeti don't cherish the thought of parting ways,
to grow older with the coming of days,
my life with you is what i wish to share,
the pain of your departure i must learn to bare,
the agony i must endure is sure worth the price,
a single moment with you i am sure will sufficeTill Next We Meet by ~WaffleGamer
Slow Dance“Slow Dance”

With crowded people in a compact room
She feels more than ever alone
In her isolated corner building cocoons
She wished the party had been postponed
At least then she could have found a date
Or something more stylish to wear
Or perhaps even lose some weight
And find time to tease her hair

She observes the people dancing
And can feel the love in the air
But sadly no one is advancing
To this girl in tragic despair
She sees the alcohol to her left
Perhaps she should take a drink
This way her night she could forget
And no longer bother to think
About how miserable she has become
Or how her eyes have lost their glow
EveSlow Dance by =BleedTheDream180
Rose tinted memoriesI’ve felt this way since we first met

My heart pounded fast and I couldn’t behave

My hands were always shaking and my words wouldn’t come out the same

I removed all that’s dreaded to change my old ways

But time has passed now, and everything has changed

The love I once felt might no longer be awake

But I know deep inside that things remain unchanged

Because I might forget your face but the good moments will never go awayRose tinted memories by ~GentlePeace
Romance
Drama
Melancholy and Ecstasy-Chapter 2.1
India batting, 103 for 3 outs at 13.3 overs, run rate 7.7 RPO, Kumble and Sachin on the pitch. Kumble had contributed 32 on 30 balls and Sachin, the master-blaster and my personal favorite, had a contribution of 50 just on 25 balls, the other contributors were Ganguly, Harbajan(Bhajji) and Shewag, the last one went catch out for zero runs and the others were not good either. Santosh was just watching now, no jigging, no shouting, just watching. I think mom had slapped him with one of her killing lines or the lack of fours and sixes since I came had to do with that. Mom was busy with Aaditi (or vice-versa) in the kitchen and I was busy eavesdrMelancholy and Ecstasy-Chapter 2.1 by *TheChemistryofGrief
Blood Brothers by ~earthian101
One By One (CONTEST ENTRY)I thought I was abandoned. I was all alone, and everything around me was dead, except for the cigarette lying near my feet. A mere cigarette couldn't take away my feeling of being abandoned. There was nothing as far as the eye could see. I walked to the tall brick wall, the wall to the Washington monument. I leaned on it, crossed my arms and leaned my foot against it. I looked at the people walk by, and pretend I was never there. It broke my heart, not having anyone bother to meet you, not want to get to know you, and be friends 'till the end. I looked down and daydreamed of having such close people in my life, as I had none. I started to thiOne By One (CONTEST ENTRY) by ~DarkNintenCreator
The ReaperAl Habib ran into the camp his mercenaries had set up. He was gasping for air, his clothes torn and dirty. A large man with a dirty assault rifle ran up to him.

"What's wrong? What happened?" The man asked, crouching down to examine Habib.

"I-i-it was him! H-he was there!" Habib yelled madly, attracting more attention from the nearby mercs.

"Who? Who was it?"

"He assaulted my motorcade! He killed everyone!"

"He didn't get you, sir."

"He could have! As I ran here he just followed me!" Habib grabbed the merc's collar. "HE JUST FUCKING FOLLOWED ME!"

"Who is he? I can't help you if I don't know who it is." Habib looked out toward the sunriThe Reaper by ~bVeLdEyReDuX
Drama
Suspense, Mystery, and Crime
The Wolf's Head (1)The trough of the gutter

Many great men have risen from the lowest depths of society to become great. Many men have been given every advantage in life which has put them in places and allowed them to achieve things that few could have ever dreamt of. Greatness stems from some unusual places; sometimes. More often it stems from places less surprising. Not once in history has there ever been a case of a hero, falling from grace; to then rise once more, stronger than ever. At least, not in public history, the criminal underworld is always something that I have found fascinating; many will resort to the underground in their fall and so it is impThe Wolf's Head (1) by =ShelleyAnderson
Satan will rise CHAPTER 2 Back at the house, Anastasia and Stacey were sitting out in Anastasia's garden. "So, Stacey. You said you made the books fall this morningﾅ Does that mean you can control things with your mind?" "Most likely!" Stacey responded with a smile. Anastasia giggled. "Wonder if Robby got powers, tooﾅ" She said, thinking out loud. The vines around her started to move towards her, as if they were called. "Uhhhhh-" Stacey tried to say, but was interrupted by a huge flash of lightning, followed by Robby. "Robby!" Anastasia yelled. She ran to the garage, and Stacey followed.
"Robby!" Stacey yelled. Anastasia ran into the garage to see RoSatan will rise CHAPTER 2 by ~DarkNintenCreator
Satan Will Rise CHAPTER 1. Anastasia was first to wake up, surrounded with her usual potted plants, since she loved plants. She especially loved Cherry Blossoms. Robby was still fast asleep, and so was Stacey. Stacey's books fell to the floor, waking the two up. Anastasia laughed and watered her plants "Rise and shine, you two." Robby scratched his head and stood up. "I'll be in the garage if you need me. I'm going to work on my robot." Stacey was grouchy, and yelled. "ROBBY! CAN'T YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT THAT  STUPID  ROBOT!!!!!! NO ONE CARES ABOUT IT!" Robby stomped his left foot in front of him "OH YEAH? WELL, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THE ROBOT I ALWAYS WORK ON IS THESatan Will Rise CHAPTER 1. by ~DarkNintenCreator
NEW SERIES! Satan will riseAnastasia, Monroe, Allison, Stacey, and Robert were a normal ordinary group of teens. You see them walking the mall, purchasing groceries, everything ordinary. But ever since Allison's sudden disappearance, everything has gone hay wire. Monroe went out looking for her one day, and never returned. The reason was, he discovered a magic orb of some sort that kept hidden powers within, only obtainable if you had the most legendary blood line of the most infamous demon. No one knows his name, nor do they know anything about his life. All anyone knows is that he sealed the evil murderous Dark Serpent in an everlasting slumber more than 15 million yNEW SERIES! Satan will rise by ~DarkNintenCreator
Suspense, Mystery, and Crime
General Fiction
My Name Is Alex 2 by ~tashy-lou
My Name Is Alex 1Chapter One
 
My name is Alex and I make people do bad things. I'm not a bad person, I keep my bedroom tidy and always eat my vegetables, but I make people do bad things. They don't realise the things they do are bad. I don't mean to make them do bad things, they want to do them and I don't want to stop them. Does that make me bad? Does wanting to let people do things that make them happy, that make them smile, make me bad?
The first time I remember doing it was when I was just a little boy, I had just been moved to another new orphanage and decided I wanted to play with the other children. There were four of them there. They were sitting on the floor in the back garden of the orphanage, no grown ups were around. I smiled when I saw them because people say that when you smile it makes people want to be friends with you. They didn't smile back. When they saw me they started to get up, they wanted to leave. This didn't deter me though. I kept smiling as I talked to them.
“My nMy Name Is Alex 1 by ~tashy-lou
The Wolf's Head (2)Reunion

I will soon be called back to rendezvous with my contact, hopefully without the grizzly remains of his actions although judging by the state of his clothes; he cared not previously for his appearance despite the filth encrusting him so why should he now? That is unless the residue warrants attention from the authorities I suppose that this must be one of the few situations where the outcome is not entirely obvious from analysis.
Staring up at the sky yields me some comfort, in a world that seems to be moving so quickly; the sky remains a constant when all else is distorted beyond recognition. I stand in the shade but the clear blueThe Wolf's Head (2) by =ShelleyAnderson
The Wolf's Head (3)Deception

The time passes far quicker on this journey; the many possibilities all running through my head, in vain as I am left no closer to a viable answer to the conundrum of this most auspicious of requests and the implications that it raises. Too many possibilities with nothing to narrow the list in any way. My destination appears to be only a blink away, before I know where I am; a small man in a burgundy silk suit and chalk gloves is opening my door. Expectantly he gestured that I leave the vehicle and proceed towards the entrance of the grand apartment building.
Without giving too much thought I replaced the tablet computer to its forThe Wolf's Head (3) by =ShelleyAnderson
General Fiction
Short Stories
Warm Nights with FriendsDay 41
Magic
July 20, 2012

Two children stood outside a darkened forest late at night. The girl clutched what looked like a TV remote. The other, a boy, watched her.

The girl thought a moment, before whispering something and swishing her remote-wand at a fallen branch which soon rose into the air,  performing lazy figure eights at her instructions. The boy watched, unimpressed.

The girl lowered her wand and gestured to the boy. He  glared at the log for a long moment. Nothing happened. The girl smirked.

"You can't do it."  the girl sang gleefully.

"Yes I can." The boy barked.

"Are you sure?" The girl asked, drawing out the last syllableWarm Nights with Friends by ~earthian101
BeachesBeaches

The brightness stung her eyes. Squinting, she looked around- it all seemed so familiar. Waves crashed against the shoreline, mingling with laughter. Breathing in-it felt like forever since she had done that-the scent of lake water and summer foods tickled her nose. Wiggling her toes, she felt the grainy sand softly move underneath her shoes.

She remembered, now. This was the beach she had gone to as a child. Yes, there she was. She saw her ten-year-old self in the sand, soaked, laughing with her grandparents. Her kid self looked around, and stared right at her.

“Why am I here?” the adult asked out loud, her voice comingBeaches by ~SafyreSky
Nullification - Part 3There must have been something I could have done.

I frantically rushed up to the control panel of the door and shot it a long, doubtful look. Locked, in red neon letter, covered the black input screen of the panel. The code was zero-zero-six-nine-one, I guessed from memory. Sometimes, when I got the slightest chance, I saw the guard and the observers punch in them numbers. An attempt was better than nothing. Swapping the wrench in my left hand, I pressed the big ‘zero’ button twice.

Beep.

Beep.

‘Error’ flickered on the input screen. “Access denied. Sector is currently on lock down. Please standby for sector aNullification - Part 3 by =Matsudarias
Nullification - Part 2It felt like my feet were cemented to the floor.

I couldn’t move. A second hand, even grimier than the first, reached over the edge of the corner. Then its besmirched head staggeringly revealed itself. Its jaw dangled freely and the insides of its mouth seemed charred. Two hoary eyes stared at the ground. Whether it stared with hatred, sadness or wonderment, I didn’t know. As the Defiler strenuously pulled itself from the wall, it lurched head-first to the floor. Its skull split. A line of dark red liquid spilled from its nose and branched out.

That was easier than expected. I lowered my wrench, feeling a wave of relief wash thrNullification - Part 2 by =Matsudarias
Short Stories
Poetry
The Origin of Authentic Love LettersYou told me
as you sat at my grave
that you would never forget the day
that my last love letter jumped out of your hand
and ran away.
You were reading it in the streets of August
as an angry wind rushed by
and tore the paper out of your hand
and it had animated itself,
tumbled down the street
by the tips of its aged corners,
cartwheeling passionately away
from you.
You told me you chased after it
until the end of the street
when God decided to suck it up
into the blanket of the skies
forever.

You wrote a new one,
you told me
but it would never be the same
as the original.The Origin of Authentic Love Letters by ~TheStoyTeller
Let the World GoThis is the way I see
Is this a poem
or a song?
Is this a right
for a wrong?
Is this a fight
to prolong?
Is this the place
I belong?
Are these borders
shore to shore?
Is there an end
to this war?
What am I still
fighting for?
Does it matter
anymore?
Are there reasons
for these lines?
Is there purpose
in these rhymes?
Is there penance
for my crimes?
Is there still hope
for these times?
This is the way I breathe
I will let these
questions go
Forget what I
used to know
Set my sights on
a new goal
Exposition
of my soul
My own limits
create this quirk
I don't let them
define my work
I'm in control
of this meter
Of my own will
I'm the master
Everything is
breaking apart
A condition
of my heart
Broken rhythm
and failed rhyme;
punctuation
added this time...
It doesn't matter
anymore
It didn't matter
ever before
Because the planet
doesn't know my soul-
this is the way I
let the world goLet the World Go by *goldshroom
Good Days and Vice VersaHello,
good morning,
how are you? 
What happened to
your glistening dew? 
Evaporated
and disenchanted,
I’m sick and tired
of being jaded;
bad days are to be
anticipated… 
But either way,
I’ll be okay- 
A bad day is
on the same coin
as a good one-
the two conjoin 
Good night,
sleep tight,
turn off the light 
For the moment
I give up the fight 
Over-exerted
and discontented,
I’m sick and tired
of feeling faded;
better days should be
anticipated… 
But either way,
I’ll be okay- 
A bad day is
the other side
of a good one-
the two collide 
I flip a coin
for it entails
duality
of heads and tails
Ultimately
both love and strife
are two faces
of minted life...Good Days and Vice Versa by *goldshroom
CumulonimbusIt was one of those days
where the clouds were like
spotless cows being herded
across the sky
by the southern winds.
The sun was a golden eye,
belonging maybe to God
who sees all, or
Apollo
who was incandescent.
"I hate clouds."
you told me,
as a cumulonimbus eclipsed the sun
and plunged us in a momentary shadow
hiding us from God.
"Why?" I asked and you
closed your eyes,
seemingly waiting for the clouds to dissipate
like divine smoke.
"Because," you said "They're like white vultures,
ghosts made of the Devil's cotton
stalking us,
waiting for us to
die."Cumulonimbus by ~TheStoyTeller
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Last Man Standing
I never realized before now, how the sun glinting off a million mirrors seems so serene. Before, I would have turned my back to such things, simply seeing a small square of all available existence. To my never-ending thanks, the blindfold had been released long ago. Instead, I was now blinded by a million of the same reflected image- temporarily frozen in time for all to gape at- but yet not one head turned in their existence below- such foolish creatures.
Far above in my parallel (yet unique) world, the slowly setting light in the distance still shined on me alone. Beneath me, darkness loomed like unforgiving fog for those among the great vLast Man Standing by =EvelynTaliette
To Sleep, Per Chance to DreamThe horse dragged his hooves against the ashen soil.  Behind Prince Quentin, the bridge to the capital continued to collapse.  The great wall of thorn bushes were alight with fire, many of their branches chopped down with the sword the prince squeezed tightly in his fist.  Inky sap still clung to the sharp edge as the sun above reflected off its metal side.  His armor was smeared in the blood of the hellspawn he had chopped down, in his hand the head of the witch who had cast the spell on his beloved princess.  His fingers had bunched up the fiend's raven hair, strands coated in her own bile tTo Sleep, Per Chance to Dream by ~agramuglia
King of the WorldKing of the World
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The room was trashed, more so than usual. But the occupant inside the room didn't seem to care. Nobody was around to tell him otherwise, and as self appointed king he could do whatever he wanted to do.

And he had been doing so for what seemed like the longest time. His normally bright and noisy city was for once quiet and dark. And the only reason Sebastian had noticed was because his computer had abruptly shut off. The teen hadn't been too happy about this, having been playing the newest alien game, and had gone in search of his parents to complain.

A house wide search revealed tKing of the World by ~SafyreSky
The Line
Alex stared at the wall, the same wall he'd been staring at for the past fifteen years.  He thought back to when he was a kid. In the early 2000's, this wouldn't have even been possible, let alone conceivable.  Modern technology was just getting started around that time. There was no super advanced AI to speak of. And that didn't even come to mind until a quarter of a century later. That's when things got easier on humans. They could have machines do all their work for them. War, famine, and, in some places, politics were all but obsolete. Fifteen years later, still no trouble to speak of. But during those fifteen years, the American governmeThe Line by ~specsbroodking
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Mood: Joy =Matsudarias Nov 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for accepting me =)
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~ElveTheInsane Oct 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi there!
I'd like to let you know of our contest, in which our affiliates (that includes your members) can join too!
There's some points to win so I'd say spread the word! :)
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~specsbroodking Oct 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Alright, sounds good! :)
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Sorry, where would this go please?[link]
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It would depend. I would say that it goes into either Sci-Fi or Fantasy
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Ok, thank you!
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It depends on what you've planned to happen later in the story, but for now I'd probably say either drama or action and adventure.
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~cushla10 Aug 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I have the story planned out I just have to type it out so it will have a few chapters^^
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~specsbroodking Aug 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Either sci-fi or general fiction.
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