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  • Where do you stand when the fabric of reality, of time has been cut and sewn into something new? When physics lose their definition, and gravity is inverted. Where can you look when the sun fades out, and the skies become nig
    by WritingWriter 4 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 20 8:08 PM
  • Today I woke up. Vibrations and sounds. A stirring down. My math wasn't right, and now I lay. There was no hand in mine when I walked. When I heard, when I spoke, when I felt. Like drops from the sky, they fell. Numbers and l
    by WritingWriter 2 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 20 8:06 PM
  • I'm a nihilist. But you bring meaning. I am a facist. But you bring calm. The bells sound, and the water splashed, pathways were formed and reformed. Conciousness upon conciousness overlapping, submerging, ascending and ceasi
    by WritingWriter 6 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 20 8:05 PM
  • Eyes that penetrate the accepted norm. Revolution sitrring, clenched fists in the air. Blood pumping in synchronization. The highest parts of their voice reveberating, a fire in the back of their throats. Sweat beads on the f
    by WritingWriter 7 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 20 8:04 PM
  • One long table, and four wide chairs. You sat and you thirsted, hungered, lusted. The dryness in your throat, the rumble in your stomach, the itch in your ever deepening pockets. You've sharpened your teeth, and dulled your c
    by WritingWriter 4 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 20 8:03 PM
  • Try not to allocate the lies,
    you do everything but try.
    by WritingWriter 59 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 31 8:36 PM 2008. In Fantasy, Life, Weird
  • A dark cloud passes over his head.
    Is this an eternal judgment?
    by WritingWriter 40 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 29 11:33 PM 2007
  • by WritingWriter 212 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 15 5:45 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  • Daggers of sorrow pierce your heart...
    Stare down the eyes, which hath been opened...
    by WritingWriter 10 lines, 11 comments, on Oct 26 10:15 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  • Moment of choice.
    To be free.
    by WritingWriter 20 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 6 6:43 PM 2006. In Spiritual
  • Chapter 17
    He was back on the front lines of the army. But this time was different. No hordes of creatures stood ahead of him. Only one, winged monster.
    by WritingWriter 419 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 5 9:50 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  • A mystic wind that whispers,
    legends and tales of old.
    by WritingWriter 18 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 27 7:52 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  •                      &nbs
    by WritingWriter 96 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 23 9:29 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  • Chapter 15
    The orange sun hung lazily in the sky, extending it’s warming rays towards the village of Crisendill below. Birds chirped their songs, and pla
    by WritingWriter 273 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 1 10:22 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  • Terzin stood by Mezaj, watching as the huge, green Nargs crunched civilians with their immense weight and brute force. He felt dark joy every time he heard
    by WritingWriter 225 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 31 10:24 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  • Chapter 13
    Small rays of sunlight peeked through the window. The faint chirping of a bird was present. Arden lay under a thick blanket. He got up, altho
    by WritingWriter 620 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 30 3:00 PM 2006. In Fantasy
  • Darkness, fire, screams and pain.
    The life I've lived has been in vain.
    by WritingWriter 42 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 29 9:33 PM 2006. In Spiritual
  • The darkness overpowers,
    shunning out the light.
    by WritingWriter 32 lines, 5 comments, on May 15 11:21 PM 2006. In Spiritual
  • His hooded figure waits along the road,
    he's seeking something that he'll never find.
    by WritingWriter 18 lines, 11 comments, on Dec 21 6:38 PM 2005. In Fantasy
  • His twisted fingers stroke an evil face.
    He’s looking at the world through tainted eyes.
    by WritingWriter 16 lines, 13 comments, on Dec 16 8:33 PM 2005. In Fantasy
  • Arden sat straight up in his bed. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. Recollections of his dream appeared in his mind. He had been on the front lin
    by WritingWriter 262 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 12 2:41 PM 2005. In Fantasy
  • The sun was already setting when Arden returned home from the forge. He hid his sword in the sheath he had made, knowing his aunt would not approve. Arden
    by WritingWriter 153 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 8 2:16 PM 2005. In Fantasy
  • Deep withing the mountains of Sael, nestled in a large valley, lay the city of Paelgin. A soft sheet of snow covered the small town. Many of the small, th
    by WritingWriter 133 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 8 2:06 PM 2005. In Fantasy
  • Wonderous colors of orange and yellow,
    color the majestic,wooden giants.
    by WritingWriter 37 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 18 11:11 PM 2005. In Other
  • Canada's great reputation.
    Filled with peace and placidity.
    by WritingWriter 28 lines, 5 comments, on Apr 7 4:39 PM 2005. In Hope
  • Today is your last day.
    But you don't know it.
    by WritingWriter 37 lines, 4 comments, on Apr 4 4:56 PM 2005. In Sad
  • I didn't have to yell,
    I didn't have to scream.
    by WritingWriter 22 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 27 9:02 AM 2005. In Hope
  • Dear Lord Jesus I look up to you now. You are the One who keeps me safe at night. You are the One who gives me peace of mind. Dear Lord I need You so much ri
    by WritingWriter 43 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 24 9:59 PM 2005. In Hope
  • They took Him from the garden,
    known as Gethsemane.
    by WritingWriter 35 lines, 7 comments, on Mar 14 5:29 PM 2005. In Hope
  • Standing on the cliffside,
    counting my mistakes.
    by WritingWriter 31 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 8 10:31 PM 2005. In Hope
  • Quickly...
    I run home.
    by WritingWriter 24 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 7 6:11 PM 2005. In Hope
  • by WritingWriter 3 lines, 4 comments, on Feb 27 8:57 AM 2005. In Other
  • Kool
    Astonishing
    by WritingWriter 2 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 26 9:31 AM 2005. In Love
  • My dad has taken care of me,
    since the day I was born.
    by WritingWriter 25 lines, 4 comments, on Feb 20 10:01 AM 2005. In Love
  • 1. A river.
    2.your breath.
    by WritingWriter 3 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 19 12:26 PM 2005. In Other
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