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She was challenged to face her darkest fears by those unwilling to try themselves, and she proved them all wrong about her, making an unlikely friend into the bargain.

Mental Nature, Part 3. Something's up with Red. Something's up with Danny. Something is terribly wrong here.

When you consider that the deepest ocean trenches have never really been fully examined, the possibilities are breath-taking.

I decided to write a short thriller, I hope you like it. I usually don't write this kind of short stories, but there it is. The end is a little truculent, but what is not truculent when in play there are guns, greed, anger and fear.

This is somewhat of an experiment for me. My Mum was a published poet and her work was absolutely beautiful, i'd never believed i'd inherited the poets gene from her, but as part of one of my modules last year I had to write a series of poems in different forms, I realised that while ...

Its a small story written quickly but if admired by readers then perhaps I can write its sequels. A story of a narrator having journey to the unknown routes exploring various stations and revealing the secret on the way.

Yes preparing for a New Year, its challenges hopes, expectations and personal goals.

Sometimes we forget the value of our present and keep ourselves involved in either dreaming big in future or can't get away from our past. The poem is a small attempt.

This is a poem I wrote on Yahoo Answers, as an answer to a question asking for a poem using these words: 1- A herd of goats 2- A white horse 3- two wildcats 4- A dog 5- A cowgirl 6- A pizza hut Please critique this story poem.

Fear is something that exist in everyone's life. The article presents a few instances when I felt most feared in my life.

Do you know me? Are you not my friend? I consider every human as my friend. I lament the demise of a poet whom I never knew. Even she never wrote a poem.

I wanted to write an enchanting poem. Then without any inspiration, somehow I tried to put down some words. And I spun them into this free verse which I felt was thrilling. I don't know how you feel about it. I have given two different formats to the same poem. I think they give a ...

Are we really prepared for the truth of this life? or we want to change the world all over again?

~ the space between the first time & second time ~ measured in gasps & frantic farewells ~ he thought she might & she did ~ the white of her flesh on his dark red sheets ~ maybe satin next ~ & her feet ~ he’ll wait ~ patient like a good lover should ~

This poem is about a little boy who lives in the country where there are no other children to talk to -- so he can basically live in a fantasy of never worrying-- till the time comes who shall tell him??

There was a time long ago where I read every H.P. Lovecraft story I could find. This story was a side effect of that obsession.

Things I have learned from my own personal experience as a mother.

This is a poem I wrote about the road I choose to walk on during the course of my life.

I find something and I always have to let go. I have to keep moving from place to place.Leaving behind things that mattered.