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Armageddon (The True Story)
Many believe that we are living in what the Bible calls "the last days."  But they are not really sure what that means. Last days of what?  End of what?  Will planet earth and all life on it be destroyed in some global conflagration?  Will there be survivors?  

Well, get out that Bible and get ready to be pleasantly surprised at what the book of Revelation really has to say about that classic of all battles - Armageddon!*

* see my June 17th journal entryArmageddon (The True Story) by ~tommyboywood
Sweet Nectar of Life!
I would scale the highest mountain
I would sail the stormy seas
I would walk through cactus gardens
crawl through brier on my knees

I would fly clear up to Heaven
I would dig through earth below
I would place my bet on seven
put on quite an evening show

I would search through every cave
I would climb the highest tree
I would jump and act so brave
everyone would root for me

I would wish to end all strife
I would pine for endless days
Suck the nectar of sweet life
Live forever in His waysSweet Nectar of Life! by ~tommyboywood
hollows.remembrance//endingsin this claustrophobic cage
    
            will always be
    
          a piece
                      of what may have been
    because nothing is stronger than the imagination
and my imagination 
           is where you lived
    where we loved
  
                and where we will inevitably die
                      and all without ever knowing how it felt to taste another's skinhollows.remembrance//endings by ~spraining-spirals
The little Afghan girl (Rainbow)
In a rugged land with barren hills,
red poppy fields and winter chills,
lived a tiny girl with wide-set eyes,
who dreamed of life beyond her skies.

Her parents died in a roadside bomb,
she'd seen their names on a white stone tomb.
Her auntie told her "They're now with God."
Yet, belief in God she'd found quite odd.

For what kind of God brings war and pain?
She wondered "What would be His gain?
If there is a God why can't He see,
all of this hurt inside of me?"

Then one night as she lay sleeping,
a voice was heard as though 'twas weeping.
She called out loud in her soft sweet voice
(her opened eyes had now grown moist),
"Who's there, who's The little Afghan girl (Rainbow) by ~tommyboywood
Featured
Horror - Macabre Poetry
Horror - Macabre Poetry
Featured Emotive Poetry
In Grandpa's Eyes
From the time that she could walk and talk
she could never quite get it right.
Her mommy would call her nasty names
and then scream "Get out of my sight."

Nothing she did was ever enough
no matter how hard she would try.
The pictures that she would draw for her
never got more than the usual sigh.

But when she would go to grandpa's house
greyish skies would turn sunny blue.
In grandpa's eyes she could do no wrong;
his love for her was kind and true.

Her grandma had been ill for some time
making it hard for grandpa to cope.
When their little girl with dark brown eyes
would visit, it filled them with hope.

By the time that she was twelve yeaIn Grandpa's Eyes by ~tommyboywood
Your Only HopeYour Only Hope

Shadows Of Words
Hung Onto Your Cables
Fading Out
Like Your Hope
Secretly Whispering
That Defeat Is Coming
And The Reaper Is Your Only Hope.Your Only Hope by ~DraganTheMighty
Belief.Belief.

I’d rather believe in something,

Rather than to believe in nothing.

Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.

But if you believe there is something greater in pBelief. by *KelaLewis-Morin
Secret OneSharpened silver; a physical form of fear
As it shudders over sacred skin.
Crimson soul runs into liquid clear.

Internal screaming; a hushed melancholy song
Of agony known to she as
The underlying tune of her wrong.

Tiny tablets; a chemical combination
That wrongs all the wrongs
By covering the pain manipulation.

Secret One by ~RaeClone
Featured Emotive Poetry
Featured Romance Poetry
PreditateYou've left me no choice
but to confess my sins
for you've brought me to my knees
and put the silver sword of your tongue
to my neck.
I know you, Huntress
I know you want to feel the panic in my veins.
You want me to sweat and salivate
and you want me to shiver
at the thought of your skin,
and you'll want me to play with your hair
in a cold bedroom,
and you'll want to spend your days here
recounting the seconds and the minutes,
listening to the crinkle of old sheets
and watching as they days string together
like love and mismatch socks
musings of arrows made of words,
and words made of metaphorical death.
The capture of my ego,
will be your gPreditate by ~TheStoyTeller
A Maiden So Fair (poem)
 in a land far away lived a maiden so fair
with the deepest brown eyes, and black raven hair
cherry red lips and a voice like a dove
some truly felt she was sent from above

dashing young men for her hand did beckon
a thousand or more, or so she had reckoned
yet none of these lads could compare to Prince Ravi
for the maiden was none other than Princess Shen-davi

for him her heart pined and was carried away
if only he'd ask her, she'd marry today
she was so much in love with her great Prince Ravi
such was the plight of fair Princess Shen-davi

then one Spring day came a knock at her door
her dream had come true, he'd ignore her no mA Maiden So Fair (poem) by ~tommyboywood
The Vixen by ~NemoX7
On Bended Knee
On bended knee he knelt, and asked her for her hand.
She shed a little tear, together they would stand.
They'd build a life as one, he'd love her through the years.
She'd gladly bear his son, he'd help her with her fears.

The years went by so fast, gray hairs and weathered skin.
Yet still their love held fast, they stayed through thick and thin.
Children came and children went, now grand-babes on the way.
They couldn't wait to hold them, nor could they wait to play.

Then one cold winter night, he caught a fevered chill.
She doctored him with love, he took her little pills.
His fever never left, the days grew cold and hard.
She dreamt of dayOn Bended Knee by ~tommyboywood
Featured Romance Poetry
Featured Traditional Poetry
A LieI never lie
I never cry
When someone leaves
I can say goodbye

Everyone knows
That I can let go
I don’t cling
Or let my feeling show

My heart won’t race
I am tight laced
So cool and calm
See my straight face?

My emotions I hide
All my tears have dried
And if you can’t tell
The truth is I liedA Lie by *tanafeyroyale
Sing To MeA veritable waste
In an unknown atmosphere …
A long and empty space
Between what is gone and what remains here.

A fear I never knew
Yet feel deep down, completely
Encapsulated, and brand new.
A delicate balance, imprisoned so freely.

And what is left to do
But to hear your voice again?
Ringing clear, sounding so true -
A lilting solo that just began.

A common courtesy,
A loving, charitable stance.
Sing to me so graciously
And give me just one more chance.

Endlessly, I feel you -
Please take me by the hand.
Grace me with that voice, do,
And leave me not to this land

Of violence and make-believe,
I dare not share this woe.
We shouldSing To Me by ~alTered-Affliction
Alphabet PoemMorning comes
Nowhere to be found, is he
Out he went.
Perhaps to walk
Quietly. Among the
Roses, perfect, he holds
Silently a vigil
Till once again the sun comes
Up. When will he
Venture out again?Alphabet Poem by ~tigerlu72
The Darkness is LightOutside, in the pouring rain
A lone girl stands
Her soul attached to a chain
And she has shaken hands

Within the house behind her
She can hear them fight
Her mother and father creates a big stir
And frightens her away from their sight

The outside welcomes her with open arms
But yet she cannot travel further than the curb
And yes she knows all the harms
That can be described with every verb

Her explanation for this
Is simple yet misunderstood
One which someone who can dismiss
It as ignorance and stupidity
But she speaks it as understandingly as she could

“The darkness is light
The light is darkness
The darkness is so bright
The lightThe Darkness is Light by ~sandracaskey
Featured Traditional Poetry
Featured Visual Poetry
What would you give?                                              
                                             reign on earth
                                      peace                   what
                                   see                            would
                                   to                                  you
                                   give                               give
                                    you                                 to
                                    would                         bring
                                      what                        pity
                          What would you give? by ~tommyboywood
My Brother PhilPhilip is my little brother
He turned 15 this year
He’s such a wonderful funny boy
He makes me smile from ear to ear

He loves his skateboard quite a lot
He’ll ride it every day
In rain or shine or even blizzard
And in the month of May

His pants are tight and many colors
Mom says they are too low
I guess it’s really a fashion thing
To let your boxers show

He really is an amusing kid
He likes to mess around
It doesn’t matter if he’s home
Or on the play ground

He’s daring, intrepid and dreadfully bold
One rarely sees a tear
Some might even like to say
He hasn’t one little fear

He has a way with makiMy Brother Phil by ~xXWitherXx
Tiny Little Thing by ~Hawk-Moth
Hypocrisy and Contradictions by ~FlipswitchMANDERING
Featured Visual Poetry
Featured Haiku Poetry
Featured Haiku Poetry
Featured Songs - Lyrics
Perhaps Life II
Perhaps life is like a fairy tale
where all your dreams come true
it exists to give us memories
most of mine will be of you
and when we fall and stumble
yes, when we lose our way
our memories of life will save the day

Perhaps life is like an open road
perhaps a narrow path
some will experience happiness
while some are trapped by wrath
and when we're troubled and confused
and when our spirits sink
our memories of life can be our link

Oh, life to some is like a curse
to some a gift from God

For some it comes with healing
and some just feel the rod

And some say life's worth living
and some say that it's not
and some say life'Perhaps Life II by ~tommyboywood
Bagpipes are for lasses (A Scottish tale)
The dawn is just a breakin',
across this old hilly land.
Me heart is sorely achin',
o'er the lass who'd held me hand.

As I glanced 'cross the gloamin',
the sunrise' castin' shadows.
I'd hoped to see her roamin',
toward that familiar meadow.

'Twas there we shared our love,
one so soft and sweet and true.
'Twas there the clouds swirled above,
in a sky so ever blue.

Alas, one October mornin',
when the skies had turned to grey,
and the rain began a pourin',
the lass upped and walked away.

So each morn I face the east,
and I play these bloody pipes.
This poor lad's plea will ne'er cease,
till his lass comes home for keeps!Bagpipes are for lasses (A Scottish tale) by ~tommyboywood
A STRANGE JOURNEYA STRANGE JOURNEY

Arrived at less than zero,
Fate was written,
 'am no hero,

I couldn't save you,
'couldn't love
Truth was hidden,
Pain above,

I should 've tried this dream before!

Tried to catch you at the end,
Blood and flesh, a weird blend,

A strange journey in Light,
A chance to stop this crazy fight,

I 'll return, I'll live again!

       \/\/\/

Arrived at just at zero,
Your will bitter,
 'am no hero,

I could save you,
I could hold,
Love was hidden,
Pain above,

You should 've tried me before!

You insisted till the end,
Time and place, a weird blend,

A strange journey behind,
A chance to search me and to find,

I 'll returnA STRANGE JOURNEY by ~DraganTheMighty
Fix ItYou and I in love was that so complicated?
Young and so naïve but now we’re worn and jaded
Living day to day like we’d never be apart
Never once did I dream that we’d break each other’s hearts
And we were stupid little kids
With stupid dreams in our stupid heads
Never once stopping to think how this might go
We had our stupid little fights
Stayed up talking in the night
And now those memories are all I have to show

Just let me fix it
I don’t care if you think that it’s not broken
I can see so many ways that this could go and
If you give me a little time
I could change it
Take what I know now and rearrFix It by ~TheSpitfireSpirit
Featured Songs - Lyrics
Featured Free-verse Poetry
Let It FadeLet the rain fall
And fall into it;
Let the rain take you away.

Away from this world;
This plain of dispair.
Let yourself fade to gray.

Disappear into the tears
Of the sky's heavenly bodies;
And let your soul fade away.

Show no fear
In your tear
And let your body rest.

Fade away,
Night and day,
'Till nothing is left.

Let the rain fall
And consume you;
Let it shield you from man.

Away from their eyes;
The glare of their stare.
Keep yourself hidden from view.

Let it fade;
Their hate,
Their scorn.

Let it fade to gray.
Night and day;
Let it fade...
Let it fade...
Let it fade.

'Till no sign,
Rain or shine,
Remains to haunt you.Let It Fade by ~WildFangWolf
Because of YouSometimes I wish
that all
it would take

is one fragment
of ibuprofen
and a shot of
liquid innocence

to erase the memories
you carved onto
the roof of my skull

and make me forget
the demented maturity
you drilled into my mind

in the form of
fearing death
both yours and others.

So I say thank you
thank you for
anger
sadness
twisted joy
OCD
and

being yourself
if that can be considered
human.Because of You by ~TheVioletViolinist
The Rise and FallBecause we rise
and we fall

and it's such a tiring game to playThe Rise and Fall by ~Miss--Understood
MemoriesMemories

If there’s one thing in life
We all should remember
Is everything that has happened to us.

We need to remember all of our happiest memories
Along with the painful once.

We never want to forget everything that has happened in our lives
For we have learned and grow into what we are today.

These memories have helped us figure out
What we should and shouldn't do next time.
Remind us of who we want in our lives
To spend our precious time with
And make more of these beautiful memories.

Remembering all that has happened
In our lives is a choice.
Not everyone wants to remember,
But for me I will never forget all that has happened Memories by ~X-xCharryBlossomx-X
Featured Free-verse Poetry
Horror - Macabre Prose
Lost Souls, OneOne

"Miss Carmichael?" Looking up from the chair I sit in to the five doctors sitting opposite me.

Judging me. Securitizing everything about me. Wanting to really know if I'm cured from the things I see. From the imagination that I created. That's what they think the monsters are but they are real. One stands behind me outside the door. I don't let myself acknowledge that the security guard is one. He has sharp black claws and horns. Demon is what I call him. A demon monster.

"You told us when you first came here that there were really monsters. That you could see people who pretended to be human but really you could see through that. You Lost Souls, One by ~tealeaf27
Never forget to lock the doorMy parents left again to go to the store. My 2 year old sister, Chelcie, was left with me to watch over. She was in an irritable mood at the time they decided to leave, so my mother gave her a prescribed dose of Morphine to calm her down.

They left at about 6:00 PM, when it was just starting to get dark out. Summer nights here don’t fully come until around 7:30.

Chelcie has Cerebral Palsy, so she is unable to eat on her own, and her breathing is sometimes limited. The only sound in our entire house is the quiet hissing of Chelcie’s oxygen, and the occasional whirr of her feeding pump. She’s asleep now in her crib, the MorpNever forget to lock the door by ~SilentArrow
Lost Souls, Prologue'Thou art to me a delicious torment'
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Prologue

"Run!"

Hearing the voice that is so ingrain in me now. The pain and anger in that voice makes my body not react to the demand. Frozen in place. Lost and scared. Scared that I will never hear that voice again. Never hear words come from those lips. Never touch those lips with my own.

"Run! Run now and don't look back."

Feeling the tears slip down my cheeks as give into the demand. My heart breaking as I take those first steps and won't stop breaking as I run. I'm afraid I won't see that soul again. So afraid one of us isn't going to make it out alive. Running through thLost Souls, Prologue by ~tealeaf27
Take a Pass"So, you want to be famous again?  You want to be cared for again?”
The girl who spoke the words to me was about ten years old, had reddish brown hair down to her lower back, and the most adorable set of freckles dappled across her nose and cheeks I'd ever seen.  I hadn't said a word, but she had just walked up to me at the bus stop and asked the question.
I didn't want to answer, so I asked a question.
"Is that a question, or an offer?"
I should have anticipated her response.
"Can't it be both?"
The wind blew slightly.  Her hair was tousled by it and glinted in the sun.  She didn't belong here in this neighborhood.  We were surrounded by industrial buildings and tenements. Her straight teeth, clear skin and new clothing spoke of the well-heeled suburbs.  I was here because I had nowhere else to go, but a child such as this was never seen playing here.  Part of me envied her potential, her youth and her possibilities.  I was surprised whenTake a Pass by *enigmaticsmile
Horror - Macabre Prose
Featured Non-fiction
Tell Me A Fairy TaleTell me a fairy tale
about a man and woman who fall in love
and nothing stops them from finding a way to be together.
Not even 1,082 miles.

Tell me a fairy tale
all about how when they finally meet
its love at first sight
and it made the struggle worth it.

Tell me a fairy tale
that recollects the night
when they finally fell asleep side by side
and woke in the morning no longer feeling lonely.

Tell me a fairy tale
where she finally felt understood
and he stuck around
even when life turned ugly.

Tell me a fairy tale
and be sure to include the night
where they run off and come back in the morning married
just like she always said she wouTell Me A Fairy Tale by *Polish-Princess
Real Women Have CurvesOr they don’t, or they’re not “technically” women.

What makes a person who they are? What defines their identity? In most people it is a combination of a great wide variety of a great wide variety of a number of things. It’s very difficult to determine. Some things are physical and some are mental. Some things that define you cannot be changed and others you wouldn’t change for the life of you. But they are all there, these markers of who we are and whom we have the potential to be.  

Teenager. Woman. Whovian. Person of color.  Gay. Christian. Book worm. Boy.  Lover.

We all have these badges of self thatReal Women Have Curves by ~starell
OpinionI spend my days dreaming. Of wondering what it would be like if things were different. If things were the way I wished them to be. In this world I am considered a push over, and a freak, the girl with trust issues. I don't trust people yet whenever a person needs help I will be there. I work so hard yet all anyone has ever done is treat me as they see me, use me as they think they know me. I am a flawed human being just like everyone else, but I have for myself. Because although, I don't get good grades, and I have difficulty talking to people I don't know, I try hard with the knowledge that I know right from wrong. My right from wrong seems Opinion by ~LilacTrinity
A Life Abridged: Masked Minion's Masquerade
At the end of the day society fears what it cannot explain, define or control. Equality is no more than a myth; a placebo of hope diagnosed to blind the masses from the grim realities of the world. As children we are taught that the sky is the limit but as soon as we try to fly we are shot dead before we even hit the floor. Are you willing to live and die for liberation like Harrison did or are you satisfied with this enforced equality? Until society, as a whole, tries to fly we will forever be trapped on the surface of abridged life. Only individuality can liberate us from this masked minion’s masquerade and only then will we have trueA Life Abridged: Masked Minion's Masquerade by ~Dontaex
Featured Non-fiction
Fanfiction
Loving Pluto: Chapter One
:bulletblack:Loving Pluto: Chapter One :bulletblack:

Hades the God of the Underworld, sat on his throne made of black obsidian and contemplated his future. One would think that because he was immortal, that the God wouldn't waste his time worrying. But despite his countless years, Hades still had the habit of being anxious about things until they had been completed or pushed aside. And his recent problem was no exception.

Moments before, the God had been visited by his king and brother Zeus. It had not been a pleasant reunion. Visits from Zeus never were. But unlike all the other times they had conversed, Zeus had given Hades a command.

"ILoving Pluto: Chapter One by ~Tarnisis
Star Wars: Immolation SKETCHBOOK coming soon!In preparation for ISSUE #1 of our fan comic Star Wars: Immolation, *Atlas0 and I have been compiling the hundreds of character designs, storyboards, wallpapers, exclusive art and commentary we've made over the years into a digital Sketchbook release. For the first time, you'll get a look behind-the-scenes at the making of our recent two episodes, Book I and Book II (which you can read separately in our DA galleries or as a COMPLETE digital download here: http://www.mediafire.com/?075v3u8n9fq0fve ) plus some sneek peaks into the next stories! In the meantime, pimp out your desktop with this wallpaper:

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In case you don't know what this is all about, here's the story behind Star Wars: Immmolation:
"In the year 22 BBY, rumors spread of a burgeoning cult of extremists whom control the drug trade from Coruscant to the Outer Rim, carrying out attacks on prominent citizens in The Republic and manufacturing chaos throughStar Wars: Immolation SKETCHBOOK coming soon! by ~Lightning-Powered
The Fires of Hell: Part Four
The Hunchback of Notre Dame

:bulletred: :bulletorange: The Fires of Hell: Part Four :bulletorange: :bulletred:

It was bitter cold as the sun began to set and Phoebus was lead towards the courtyard of the Palace of Justice. It was there, before the last rays of day departed, that the man would be beheaded as a traitor. A person without conviction would have begged for his life, pleading for his fate to be changed. But Phoebus said not a word, nor made any apologies. It was one of the reasons he had made such an excellent Captain of the Guard. He took what life gave him and he made the best of it. Not once had his men seen him wrongfully compThe Fires of Hell: Part Four by ~Tarnisis
Work of Art 0: The Teachings“Kadar! Come back inside, food’s ready! You’ll continue training later.”

The kid stopped swinging his wooden sword around. He looked towards the house with a bit of annoyance, before his belly growled, reminding him that he truly had to eat before continuing. He walked to the house, leaving a barely scratched tree behind him; he was not yet powerful enough to leave marks on its skin.

He passed the back entrance, lifting the drapery which stood as a door to enter. He placed the sword by the door so to make sure he would not forget to get back outside to practice some more after supper. He walked through the living rooWork of Art 0: The Teachings by ~Sylvano-DRAGON
Fanfiction
Other-Prose
Math Your numbers and symbols are like
Little pieces of death sprinkled with confusion
Like a class on psych.

Your lines and curved parenthesis are
Unlike a lovely woman because
I'd rather be hit by a car.

Your greater and less than are like labels.
Which like Grimm stories and fairytales,
You should have stayed fables.

The imaginary and rational numbers are a
Curse to kids, adolescents, and adults.
Which is why you should go to hell and stay.

Saying I'd rather be dead
Is an understatement for solving your problems
Gives me more and kills me in the head.

Math, I may need you at school to pass
But I greatly dislike you so,
Please calculaMath by ~RaeClone
Notes To self: 6-18-13It's not how strong you are that matters, its how you use the strength you have.Notes To self: 6-18-13 by ~strawburdeath
Rage QuitAn angry breath quickly left his lungs as he sat there, his body still but barely kept in check. His fingers where clenched tightly into a fist and his foot tapped a rapid rage filled rhythm on the floor. His eyes cast to and fro in front of him, scanning for anything that would fix his problem, a breath away from jumping out of his chair and breaking the closest object in range of his flailing fists. His hand moved forward again, sliding over the smooth pad in front of him, controlling the thing he desperately wanted to work. White teeth poked out from under his top lip and gnawed at the innocent one below, chewing at the tender flesh as hisRage Quit by ~Shikyo-Uchiha
The Blood on Our HandsBut it feels so good.

To touch the open slit is pleasurable beyond belief. Of all of my fantasies, it was never conceivable that I wanted this. It was never that I felt so satisfied drenched in the afterglow of my adrenaline-bred homicide.

The swooping curdling in my veins remains beyond the last breath of him. It feels like I need more, like the blood on my hands isn't enough to slake the drought in my bones that vengeance has brought. My fingertips touch at the open gash in the left-center of his chest, swimming there with dainty strokes in the fresh, bubbling blood.

What have I done...? And why do I need more? Why does it feel like the The Blood on Our Hands by *LadyLaumes
Other-Prose
Contest
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Street WalkerThe night looms listlessly over streets of gray
While shopkeepers lock up and retire.
Yet one girl is left to wander astray
With a lecherous service that men desire.

Leaning, leaning, always leaning
Against brick walls and street lights gleaming.
Amidst pale moon and shining stars
She reluctantly enters pitch black cars.

She tries to warm up her frigid bones
After nights of sleeping in bathroom stalls.
Then takes on a customer’s incessant moans
Being smacked to the floor, once more she crawls.

Searching, searching, always searching
For a desperate soul that’s lurching
Towards her in a lonely fashion
With gentle eyes that show Street Walker by ~Bebopboy
Alice                                                               Alice
    I love it here. I love hearing the leaves rustling in the fall breeze. Fall breeze blowing the sweet smell of the nectar of pink flowers into my nose. I hear the giggles from the kids and teens.
    I scale down my tree to grab a bite to eat just as Amanda come walking down the trail.
    "Oh looky here," She said snidely, "It's little vampire girl come down to feed. I hope she doesn't bite me and turn me into another her." She said.
    "Oh, sorry Darling." I said sarcastically, "I only bite people with hearts. People who are smart, too. Don't want my IQ going downAlice by ~IloveAdventureTiming
An Adventure Time FanFic I wrote.Chapter 3 :3
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                                 Marshy's P.O.V.
    I slid into my seat and pulled out a piece of paper to jot down what I know about everyone so far. I probably won't remember if I don't. Okay, I'm going to start with the pink-haired girl.

    Bonnebelle, 18 yrs., princess
    Bubba, 18 yrs., prince
    Fionna, 16 yrs., Adventurous
    Finn, 16 yrs., fights evil
    Flame, 18 yrs., princess
    Scorch, 18 yrs., prince

    That's what my paper looked like. My glob, why is there so much royalty! The bell rang and I shoved everything into my bag. *sigh* I checked my An Adventure Time FanFic I wrote. by ~IloveAdventureTiming
An Adventure Time FanFic I wrote.Chapter 2
                             Marshall's Point of View

    "Marcy, it's fine. Just go meet the other girl." I said pleading with my eyes.
    "Ugh! Fine! Bye Marshy." she said, wiggling her fingers, "You." she said coldly as she bumped into her with her shoulder.
    "Don't mind her. She's just cranky. Anyways the name's Marshall Lee." I said nonchalant.
    "Oh.. Okay. My name's Fionna. I'm 16. You?" She asked, her blue eyes intoxicating me.
    "18. Well, I play the guitar." I said trying to impress her.
    "Mathematical! I like to adventure!" She said smiling brightly.
    "That's pretty cool. I like to adventure, tooAn Adventure Time FanFic I wrote. by ~IloveAdventureTiming
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hollaween todayUsually we choose only to fight
To raise a havoc, to slaughter, that's right,
But this is Halloween night,
so we put our vicious hunger aside,
This is our night to all play nice,
To take a break of our hearts of ice,
We can look how we like
To blend in with the "other" kind,
It is Halloween today,
So let us all play nice OK?
But on the stroke of midnight we say,
Who deserves to live, and who deserves to pay,
 hollaween today by ~candygirl101010
The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*

I am the one who hides behind your smile.

I am the monster you tell children to fear.

I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.

I am the forgotten.

I am the one you will always fear.

I am the misunderstood.

Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .

I am dangerous.

I am alone.

I am eternal.

I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.

I am the thinker and doer all in one.

I am the past, present, and future.

I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .

But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.

Claim you for the reaper, and welcThe Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem by ~Tarnisis
The Grim Reaper: A Promise KeptThe death of a best friend.

MY best friend. We made a pact with each other, long ago, that if either of us dies, the other will go to their funeral dressed as the Grim Reaper.

Well, she died first. Faulty car brakes on an icy road took her away from the world. And now, I'm keeping the promise.

My parents have a cow over how I'm dressing. My mother wants me to wear something "nice." Something black.

Fine. I'll wear whatever they want me to wear. But I'm wearing my Grim Reaper cloak over it.

During the ceremony, I stand in the back, an ominous short impersonation of Death.

The Christian priest highly disapproves of me, dressed in a dark cThe Grim Reaper: A Promise Kept by ~SilentArrow
Night of the HuntMy feet pounding the wet muddy earthy below my feet. I can hear my heart thumping in my chest as I try to run so fast. Terrified and so alone in a big forest where there's no one for miles away to hear my pleas for help. There only thing that can hear me is the thing I'm running from.

Why is this happening to me? I don't want to die. I know I will die if that thing gets me. Its hunting me. I'm just prey to it. Nothing but something that can be killed with ease. Some rabid animal gone wrong.

I run through the trees and flinch when the branches cut me as I run pass them but I don't allow myself to stop because of the pain. No I must keep runnNight of the Hunt by ~tealeaf27
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~brody-lover Jun 3, 2013  Professional General Artist
Just so you know I am hosting a contest over on Tumblr! All you have to do is write a story, fanfic or original under 10,000 words! It must be based off of "The Horror of our Love" by Ludo. More information can be found here: [link]
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~pencilxpusher Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I am promoting my writing, so if some people have some spare time, I would love if they could read some and tell me their opinion.
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~SimbaSuuwagu Nov 16, 2012  Student
thanks for the accept
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~pencilxpusher Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
If anyone likes emotional free writes and informal poetry you can check out my channel and see what you think. It would be great if some people could critique my writing and tell me what they think.
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~valleigh Nov 11, 2012  Student Writer
is it a group or something you do on your page?
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~pencilxpusher Nov 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I write on my own page. Just telling people they can tell me what they think.
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oh ok then
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~bloedzuigerbloed Oct 21, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Where can I find the group rules? I'd love to submit, but I'm not sure what the restrictions are exactly. (If there aren't any, I'll just join right up or submit my piece.) Thanks! :D
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~2pBlood1pArsenic Oct 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
There really aren't any.
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Okay, thanks.
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