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Like Riding A Bike by ~CelestialMemories

STAR MAP Swooning through
the wavering ellipsis
of your rust-painted gates
I am polar-blinded
on an at-bay appraisal
of the crystalline garden party
I'm to crash amid the contradiction
of a warm fuchsian sunset
and suppressed giggles
of a sunless breeze
polishing the tickle
of its shimmy on
my clamming saturation:

hushed iotas
of a morning cesspool
fossilizing midnight coffee
into morning breath

and the pink steel-wool kiss
of a paste-caked toothbrushSTAR MAP by ~Kublakhan27

DOCTOR WEATHER I know the sun is in there
honouring its spintop pledge around
your sodium temples
simmering like victim flashbacks
in the folds of a
failed science project

an overcast sky
that will not be told
when to clarify its stanceDOCTOR WEATHER by ~Kublakhan27

MAYBE THERE'S A COUNTDOWN Maybe it's to a melody refusing to be caught by underground ears. Maybe it's to the season of a plot line soiled by writers gone nonchalant in acknowledgement of bookends on the comfort of a day job enacted by millions after work. Maybe it's to a bun of freshly-baked bread blindsided by the murderous stubbornness of a maverick slab of yeast. Maybe it's to the most consensus-serving definition of a natural cycle that agrees itself into the most consensus-serving definition of real. Maybe it's to a launch deemed delayed enough to oversee an epitaphic booster while engineers and managers appall each otMAYBE THERE'S A COUNTDOWN by ~Kublakhan27

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Prose

A Special Connection Alone near the bank of a frozen river sat Eve, holding her black pendant as she cherished the memory of her mother. She tried to replace her thoughts with happy ones but she couldn't: her mother left her too soon. She was the only family Eve ever had yet her life was cut too short. It was still fresh in her mind: her mother lying on her deathbed choking out her last breath as she struggles for one last minute of life; those groans of pain that never seemed to end until her heart stopped beating; how her eyes closed so slowly for the last time..

She screamed at the emptiness in front of her with drops of tears on her cheek, scooping her head A Special Connection by ~randomlyinspired-21

Death of a Queen The Queen of Olomar had always been a stunning beauty, but in death her loveliness was magnified. Her face was white and pristine like a porcelain doll, framed by the golden, perfect tangles of her hair. Her crystal eyes were closed, peaceful, as if dreams, not death, had taken her, and her pink lips were parted, a permanent mold of her calm and final breath. But it was her warmth more than anything that made her so lovely in death, for although life had slipped from her ethereal form, the warmth of her heart remained, and her body could not grow cold.

This was the tale that the peoDeath of a Queen by *Marian-ette

Your life When you do not know what to say or you are feeling down, do not say anything, do not emit any sounds. Just listen how the waves of the sea crush in the shore, listen carefully to the lovely singing of the birds and the swift heartbeats.
All this collection of music will form the most beautiful melody, a nice song, which will become the sound track of your life, created by a simple, unknown and inexperienced composer.Your life by ~Tiny-girl-1995

Smile "Hey."

She jumps, having made the mistake of believing she was alone. That'd been why she came here, of course, to the lonely, abandoned, decrepit park bench in the lonely, abandoned, overgrown corner of land just beyond the forest.

"H-hey," she says in a slow response, wondering how he had found her. Of all people, he wasn't who she'd been expecting- though she knew that, really, she hadn't been expecting anyone at all.

"What's up?" he says, favouring a more nonchalant conversational track. She shrugs carelessly in reply, and they talk lightly for some time. But after a while, he can't help but ask.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Smile by ~Lacriyme

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Short stories

Love and Life Casey was a 25 year old man from Wisconsin, he met Sophie who was 22 when she met Casey. They met at a bar, when Casey was with his friends, and Sophie was one of his friend's friends.

When Casey first met Sophie, there was an immediate spark, they both somehow knew that they're meant to be together.

It didn't take a long time for Casey to ask Sophie out on a date, and after that date, after they've danced, and taken a long walk, they both knew they were so madly in love with each other.

Casey got married, and promised Sophie to be with her until death do them apart. Casey was 26 when he vowed to love and cherish Sophie. Sophie was 23, andLove and Life by *Abraham-Alghanem

It's All Been Arranged Overall the place is pretty rundown. One small, dirty fan light—an insect graveyard—provides the only source of light in the room, illuminating the piles of hoarded junk that line the bare concrete walls. Obviously they've been pushed to the side just for us—bless my Aunt Bailey's heart. But boxes or no boxes, at least the basement isn't tiny, not even with the lumpy old king-sized bed that lies in the room's center. It's almost an inviting sight after today's events even with its broken springs and mystery stains. Yes, I think it will do. Sure it's not the honeymoon suite I'd been hoping for, but It's All Been Arranged by *Marian-ette

All Covered in Red - Rough Draft by ~NovaWarp

The Stranger Genevieve was a 15 year old school girl who lived in a house near a lake in Michigan. She was an only child, she lived with her father David and her mother Sarah.

On a cold night, right after Genevieve's birthday party, when it was 12:00 am, David heard Genevieve screaming, he got up quickly, ran over to her room and he opened the door…..but she wasn't in her room, he was terrified that something has happened to her, he was always too protective especially of Genevieve, not so much of Sarah, she gave him a hard time, and he only stayed because of Genevieve.

He ran up to Sarah to wake her up, but as he was running he heard another screaThe Stranger by *Abraham-Alghanem

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all because of one sheet (Johnlock) "John?"
"Mhm?" John looked up from his laptop and raised one eyebrow at his flatmate. "What i-..." He blinked and tried not to concentrate on the completely naked detective in front of him. "Sherlock? What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my sheet."
"Put on some clothes!" John stared at his laptop, he didn't dare to look up again, even as Sherlock was laughing.
"I just wanted to ask you, if you have seen my sheet somewhere. But as a result of your reaction I deduce that you haven't. You are ashamed to see your flatmate naked, or possibly like it, because you blushed and you can hardly keep yourself from looking at me again."
"Wouldall because of one sheet (Johnlock) by ~weird-raven

never stop waiting John got out of his bed, put on his clothes and walked sleepy to the kitchen. He sat down, yawned and mumbled, "Morning, Sherlock..." Then he grabbed for the teapot – maybe Sherlock has put again a hand or a eye in it, but he didn't care – and wanted to fill his cup.
Now he noticed, that the teapot was empty and he rose his head to ask Sherlock, why he didn't make tea this morning. But the chair across from him was as empty as the teapot. There was no Sherlock. There won't be a Sherlock anymore. Because Sherlock was dead.
John sighed and blinked the tears away. Since one week, every morning the same. Every morning again he believenever stop waiting by ~weird-raven

three years after reichenbach fall (4) After a while we were lying on the sofa, Sherlock on top, hugging each other and just enjoying the silence. I held my eyes closed and was about to fall asleep, only Sherlock's gently kisses kept me awake. I couldn't say how long we were snuggling and kissing, but it must have been a while, because the sun set, as Sherlock rose from the sofa, after he kissed me once again.

"I'm going to make some tea... or coffee. What do you prefer?", he asked, softly stroking my cheek.
"Tea...", I answered whispering, with a small smile on my lips. "But... no sugar, Sherlock..."
"All right, John. No sugar." Sherlock nodded. "Is it because I'm sugar enoughthree years after reichenbach fall (4) by ~weird-raven

three years after reichenbach fall (3) "... me too, John."

I blinked and rose my head, as I heard Sherlock speaking. What did he say? He did what too? I was confused. Did I say something? I couldn't remember. Maybe I was thinking out loud. But... I didn't think anything, didn't I?

"Oh... I see." Sherlock laughed. "You have forgotten, that you said something one minute and thirty-three seconds before. I should have expected that."

I blinked again. I really said something? Over one minute ago? Now Sherlock was back and time was passing so fast, while time was sneaking, when he was gone. I sighed. "What did I say, Sherlock?", I asked. I really couldn't remember. Maybe Sthree years after reichenbach fall (3) by ~weird-raven

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The Peers - Chapter 2 She'd seen him, she was sure of it. Amidst the crowd of savage faces, amidst the hundreds of marchers as they'd emerged from the end of the hazy street, Lark knew she'd seen her father's face. He needed her help. She needed to find him, to take him far, far away from these terrifying people before it was too late.

     But Lark's quest was cut short when she was swiftly and suddenly swept off of her feet and flung over someone's shoulder.

      "GOT YOU!"

     The nine-year-old shrieked in protest, kicking and struggling with all of her little girl might. The Peers - Chapter 2 by *Marian-ette

Chapter3 of my book I turned and stalked up the pathway to the door and let myself in. I thumped up the stairs to but my bag into my shared room when Ms. Shanya caught me in the hall.
"Oh there you are! I was just about to call you. Tracy is here! The lady who is looking into taking you in. She's waiting in the common area downstairs. Please put your bag down and come meet us there."
"Oh, ok Ms. Shanya. I'll be down in a moment." I took off running down the hall to the room I stayed in and threw my bag on the floor by my bed. I know it was only an orphanage but seriously, they could have picked a better color besides powder puff pink. And I could have done wiChapter3 of my book by ~Chocolate-Wood

Chapter 2 of my book My head was spinning and my heart was fluttering like a butterfly on steroids. Him standing there looking so, so perfect; it made me jealous that someone could be so perfect without trying.
"H-h-hi Dallas" I had managed to stutter. Well, that was so not smooth. "You showed up." And that was no better.
"Of course I showed up, what I said in my letter wasn't a joke. I really would like us to become friends." As he said it he took a few steps toward me so that he wChapter 2 of my book by ~Chocolate-Wood

Chapter 1 of my book There it was. Staring back at me with those icy blue eyes. My reflection. People tell me they're beautiful, especially with my jet black hair, but I don't think so. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and that to know someone is to see into their soul. But if no one can look into your eyes for more than a few seconds how can they really know you?

6 Months ago...

I guess I glanced over my shoulder at just the right time. He was staring at me again, I don't know why but I liked it. He smiled and waved at me and me at him. The bell rang just then and I packed up my books to go to my next class. I felt some one tap me on the shoulderChapter 1 of my book by ~Chocolate-Wood

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fragile little bird. He is barely even a whisper of what he once was. No longer is he an image in a field of yellow wildflowers, a placid smile resting beneath a weak, searching gaze. No longer is he purposeless, drifting through a world devoid of all meaning and Earthly chaos. The birds above my head are no longer less captivating than he; the breeze no longer feels as he did when it brushes across my face. The familiar and cold stillness which follows the last rain in Autumn no longer makes me yearn to be by his side; to smell his cigarette smoke, to breathe in the musty scent of unwashed hair and horses which perpetually surrounded him. It is permanently absenfragile little bird. by *FaintSketches

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Untitled Merry ye meet
Merry ye part,
Respect the beat
Respect the art,
Anything can go
Eye for an eye,
Just go with the flow
I tell no lie.Untitled by ~nuclearfirework

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Bleeding Heart The story now uncurls
So take a long read,
You're only one girl
Yet you make my heart bleed,
Your love flows through
My veins and core,
Your unending love eternal
So sweet yet so sore,
Here is my heart and soul
For you only, girl I adore.Bleeding Heart by ~nuclearfirework

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For My Fallen Angel My angel fell once
Will never again
Never again

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Yes, our hearts were broken
They died slowly in our chests
You had mine, I had yours
Nowhere they are
Nowhere they are

Yes, I did cut and make you bleed
It was the demon inside me
Demon inside me

(You know...
How cold, yet so warm
He was)

(I know...
How lost, yet so alive
She was)

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Your heart will be whole
I promise, I do promise

You know I love you
As I still hold the piece of you
In my chest, in my chest

Will you keep my heart safe?

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Death Angel will open his wings
Broken wings, broken wings
To give his last protection

His Fallen Angel
Will be safe, lovFor My Fallen Angel by *ScullReaper

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Sometimes... Sometimes...
Sometimes I wonder, how?
How did I get to this point in my life?
What brought me to this misery?

Sometimes..
I wonder, when?
When will this suffering end?
How much longer do I have to endure?

Sometimes...
I wonder, why?
Why me?
Why do I have to be the one to live in sorrow?

Everything seems to be
out to get me..
Everything seems to kill
whats inside me...

Nothing changes for me
I'm not happy...
Nothing comforts me
I'm not living...

Sometimes...
I wonder, what's it like?
The emptiness of death
Seems so inviting..

Sometimes...
Just sometimes..
Sometimes I wonder,
is life worth living?

...Sometimes... by ~TheMarrowind

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Dark Remember the time when you were dead?
You woke up in a coffin instead of a bed.
Fate has decided fate must be true,
But come on and tell me why must it be you?

I see you behind the mirrored glass,
Straight jacket muzzle mask,.
Kicking and screaming tied to a chair.
Come on and tell me, this just isn't fair.

Its time to go and leave this place,
Lay to rest, and forget that face.
Now its over you can breathe,
We know your safe, and I can leave.Dark by ~Minkybaby

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Can You Tell You Freak Me Out I think about you nightly
Can you tell I'm losing sleep?
What am I supposed to do?
It's hard to stay cool
When you smile at me
What am I supposed to do?
When I lose my cool
I don't know what to do
I get nervous every time you speak...

I know
You don't mean no harm
You're just doing
                ...your thing...
...but...
...man...
      ...you really freak me out...

                         &#Can You Tell You Freak Me Out by *AutumnTheNinja

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Gamer's Life As i kick it on fifa,
and i kill 'em on COD,
i waste like rubbish,
and i rage out to God,
just kidding,
i'm winning,
i don't need women,
to laugh at my singstar singing,
now my phones ringing,
dad has to wait,
im too busy owning noobs,
now it's time to master...wait,
oh no here's the boss,
it looks like kate moss,
on a bad day,
in a bad way,
it makes me aroused hey,
my eyes are square,
my pupils dilate,
at the cheap skate,
map pack i bought,
now my friends hate,
me? what iv'e done nothing wrong,
you just keep ringing me,
on a kill streak that's long,
reject your texts,
this is a life without sex,
unless i pull a girGamer's Life by ~RichardKail

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~prettylittlelife May 9, 2012 New member Hobbyist Photographer

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~Goldenwolf18 Apr 23, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Hi there! I am looking for writing groups to join so I can discover new writers to support and also to get feed back on my own writing, but I mainly write on going stories (as opposed to short), I was wondering if me and my work would still be accepted here?

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~saniyoyousefi Feb 7, 2012

i would like to compose a peice of literature and would like to know how i can put that literature thingy where it scrolls down when you hover over it.

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~saniyoyousefi Feb 7, 2012

if you look at the favorites or gallery of this group, you see literature
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It automatically does that

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