Watching Us
My name is John Tollman, a 16 year old who was lucky enough to be driven by my uncle to help him with his work and by lucky, I was 'volunteered' by my parents to spend the summer with him. He lives in a nice house but it came with the job, which is...
Inside
The text is very short but it means a lot to me. enjoy! ~ drawing put after a failed test while putting the thumbnail. "you can't escape from me..." i am floating in the abyss. i've been here for so long, locked in a cage of glass, deep in his soul.
How I got my arm
I've always been the adventurous type. My parents died when I was young and I never really liked the various homes I was sent to. Not to say they were particularly bad places, just that I never really fit in. I spent my early days scavenging through...
Selfish Death
**selfish death** by kanga liu ~ _just a short little piece i wrote at the top of my head one night about suicide._ the snow bit my face, but i didn't mind the feeling. the snow was my friend today.
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
Never, are you alone. Through your pain and strife. Loneliness is an aliment of your past. Love is the blanket that now warms you. Trust in me to provide, Everything your emotions crave and demand. Never, will I fail you. I'll put my entire...
Along for the Ride.
Along for the Ride By Jack the hungry hungry wolverine Andy tip toed his way over the wooden floor of the teenagers bedroom he lived in. The dark gray rat was a comer and goer of the badger's bedroom. The micro sized rodent, average for a normal rat...
New World, New Life Ch 1
This is my first story so if you know of ways for me to improve lit me know please. Oh the carters are my own & if that are like some other it's buy freak accident. * * * Its weird I has been two weeks since the unforgettable night that changed...
Midnight chase (Short Story)
 It was night, the only thing you...
Life is pain (short rap)
I was writing a short three part story i was going to upload in september but my grandad fell badly ill and i had to phone hospital. for a long while we all thought his time was up but thankfully he is still with us.
Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 1
#1 of short stories: suicidal actions this story is the first part of my short story collection with suicide as theme. this story in particular was inspired by the song "dream for the weaker" by nomy.
A Short Play Oft Rehearsed
_The two furs are getting ready for bed after a busy day. In the bedroom glare from the street light shines through the blinds, bathing the queen-sized bed in a dim glow. They crawled under the pile of warm, fuzzy blankets and...
Respect Thy Elders
Kevin had always been warned not to go out into the forest after dark, the towns people whispering about ancient spirits that dwelt within the limestone caves and their taste for young men that could never be satisfied. But the young rarely heed their...