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Entertainment > Music Genres, Trends & Scenes What makes good music?: 1 of 54
It's easy to recognize bad music, but what defines good music?When rock-n-roll swept our nation in the mid 1950's, it completely changed our countries view on music forever. Classic and country music had now taken the back seat making room for exploration. The American families discomfort with change was not short lived and s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 9 of 303
"Evils Remorse"An alley of darkness where evils gather-the stench of rot, a bloody shower.Self-mutilation, but cuts of shame-this darkest hour, they drip my name.Burning soul of mine, eternal this prison-cascading red with the blood of children.Not I, but they will be forgiven-for from the depths of hell, I have risen.To devo... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A link to the past: 2 of 63
It stood in the corner almost unnoticed, underneath its aged appearance and worn out hands was a beautifully ornate grand-father clock. Now covered in dust, spiderwebs and memories, this noble and majestic time piece that once stood proud and tall rested quietly alone in the dilapidated mansion. The clock had many secrets.... More..
Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing The heart of a writer: 1 of 30
The heart of a writer is an open book; all that we write is all that we are. This "is" the heart of a writer. As writers, we spread our hearts across tiny pieces of paper for all to see, to judge and to accuse. We bare our soul to millions of strangers on a daily basis. It may be a little more battered and broken than the ave... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Survival: 1 of 27
The bitter cold kept them at bay for a while, but not long enough. Soon they would return to the mountain prepared to slaughter or be slaughtered. They ran in packs most of the time, not unlike those that made their dwelling in city places. A smoldering fire or smoke in the heavens was indicative of danger but long before the... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Frozen: 2 of 51
What kind of loveis it that's so coldMaybe your soulhas already been soldI'm frozen (rap style)Look in my eyesand then you will seethe love that I havewas given you freeI'm frozen (rap style)Take out the sad thingsand let us existremember the lovewe couldn't resistI'm frozen (rap style)Cause it's nothing but heartacheand tear... More..
Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing The difference between an ordinary letter and an e-mail: 3 of 64
Ordinary mail and e-mail; both contain some form of information and neither one is 100% reliable. There are some advantages and disadvantages as well as some obvious differences in the two. *E-mail lacks the personal touchE-mail obviously lacks the personal touch that a hand written letter has. E-mail is often times a ve... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fantasy: 30 of 583
I blinked....then blinked again. It was still there, no mistaking it. A pale ghostly figure clad in old grey rags. It's eyes were hollow sockets of nothingness but could pierce through my very soul. It's hand was outstretched as if to offer me a refuge. But a refuge from what? I couldn't understand my unmistakable desire to g... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Ghosts & Paranormal Phenomena What makes a great ghost story?: 2 of 38
The ability to conjure up in the minds of every man, woman and child a belief so strong it takes over their every sense. With ears pricked for the slightest, unusual noise, their eyes forever roaming the surroundings and finally unreality becomes so real they are tense and poised, ready to bolt.Location is not key to the succ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fishing: 2 of 34
"Some Fishermen Never Die"Across the lake and just passed the trees,old man skeleton sat-his pole between his knees.One small tug and his eyes open wide,with the wail of a baby-the old man cried."I've missed it again, the bite I've awaited!"The wife was gonna kill him-unless otherwise persuaded.So with a sigh, his poll he too... More..