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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Jake: 2 of 20

Jake and Angella made steady progress throughout the day. Though the wind was frigid and the hard ground and broken limbs tore both of their feet into bloody hamburger, they felt good being together. Somehow even in the darkest of times having someone by your side that you can trust makes everything seem ok. At times they ev...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories: 118 of 613

Jeremy sat alone on his bed and cried. All around him the darkness swelled and roiled like an inky black tide. Jeremy sat alone, curled into a fetal ball at the head of his bed as the ebon tar ate at the walls of his room and crept slowly up the side of his mattress. He was alone, not only in the room, but in the house as we...
Religion & Spirituality > Speculations & Criticisms Why questioning is essential to faith: Why belief is not enough: 7 of 10

Every religious text has been translated and interpreted hundreds if not thousands of times; by men and women no smarter or well informed than you or I. So why is it that most people are willing to accept what they are told without question? The majority of the time I feel that it is because they are afraid to dig any deeper...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Eastern religions: 3 of 4

Shadows of Infinity 'My name is Vincent, and I am the last.' He stood and leaned out over the edge to look down as the waves crashed on the jagged rocks that loomed below, smiling, for he felt no fear. He laughed as the wind bellowed in his ears, pushing him back, attempting in its dismay to drive him away from the edge. 'My...
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 479 of 506

In my hands I hold a gift a gift from me to you It's not a lot but it's all I have please say you love me too. It's not a diamond that sparkles and shines it's not a rose of red it's just my heart that I give to thee through all the days ahead. Take my love and take my heart they're nothing without you and take my hand that ...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Dark fantasy: 130 of 133

Garag was ushered unceremoniously into the palace throne room by a pair of burley guardian type angels. With their shining spears they prodded him along as he walked, wounding his pride more than his thick, scaly skin. The throne room blazed with the light of a thousand torches, forcing him to squint to keep his eyes from bu...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Fantasy: 352 of 359

Trent ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The sweat stood out in glistening beads on his forehead, the frigid air making him seem more a machine than a man. His taunt muscular legs drove up and down like pistons, his arms pumped at his side, and plumes of steam spilled from his mouth like smoke from a locomotive. All fa...