Unlocked - V

Emily Kirsch

And here we have the doors.

Dance ~poem~

Erica Martin

Okay, I guess you have read enough to realize that I normally write about the character being lonely, but this poem is kinda from the other side, what it is like to be the dead one.

Lullabye ~poem~

Erica Martin

A poem of what goes through a dying warriors last thoughts. Don't be harsh on me, it's my first poem online.


Mercedes Boggs

This is just a short poem about love that was not meant to be. The structure of the poem is symbolic of the relationship of the people involved(a celestial and a mortal). They alternate speaking finally coming together with the bold text that both speak only to be drawn apart again. Even the amount of syllables in each line depict this. It can either be read as one poem or the italicized lines can be read as one point of view while the plain text lines are the other.


Dave McGrogan

A poem about spring and faeries and, in a roundabout way, what I think life is really about.

The Caske

Gina Nigro

More of my Vampire poetry.. god Jasain inspires Me..

Faerie's Curse

Cullen Groves

The human search for a new home leaves the lives of the volunteer cosmonauts, the Companions, shredded on their return to a much different Earth.


April Hall

Golden eyed vampira tells what its like to be her.

A Test of Reason (Poem)

Brent Fisher

Loveless Story 2 of 2

Jessica Cannon

The sequel to Loveless Story 1 of 2, where Elizabeth fled the world of the elves after being taken there to help save their lives. Back in our world, she struggles on her own until the elven Darand returns to take her back to his home. This was difficult for me to write, I eventually had to be depressed to be in the right time frame. Alas, it only takes a trigger and my -cat- died.


Cerhiunnhn Faldhl

I'm afraid my cousin might ... is this how I would feel? Detached from the world? Alone, surrounded by so many people? If someone I loved hurt themselves...

The Unicorn

Kacie Goodwin

a poem about the sadness of the unicorn as her homland slowly fades away


Amanda Rosberg Olsson

Yeah, I know I've said that I never write poems, so sue me! ^.^

Be Still

Jessi Levine

It has been hundreds of years since Rivendel died, and Johan has never had the chance to say goodbye, until now... Series:Lilywater Characters: Johan and RivendelWarnings: Shounen ai, Lilywater spoilers

Crib Death Baby

Rhonda Jezek

Infant talking to Death

Hello, Death. And how are you?

Rhonda Jezek

A young mother faces a gruesome choice for the fate of her children.

Chapter 1

Tanya Taylor

This is the first chapter in my unnamed story. I had writers block towards the end, so it just seems to cut off. I'll add more to it later. X.x

Epitaphs (working title)

Ryan Morini

The old man is pretty much the focal point for me in this piece. He's modeled after my maternal grandfather, who must be one of the most miserable creatures in existence. I'm probably one of the only people in the world who actually likes him (my parents included), but I almost never visit him. It's just taxing... I kid you not when I say that he actually itemizes his grievances in a written list, and recounts them whenever a visitor comes in (for example). I'm not much of a people-person myself, and I find it awkward to be around him and try to cheer up the uncheerable, even though I sometimes feel like I understand him perhaps as well as anyone ever will. So in addition to a rumination on my own faltering sense of purpose, and general melancholy, this story was largely fueled by a desire to demonstrate some sort of likable side of my grandfather following my grandmother's death. A few people actually seem to have liked it; it must've come out all right in some ways, then.

The Struggle Chapter 4: Death

Michael Bloome

He second guesses his choices

Faerie Rose

Rhiannon Taylor

*Poem* The rather sad tale of a man who fell in love with a female fae for one night, only to awaken to her vanished from his side. Could be sung as a song, for that is how it originally was written. I wrote this very late one night scribbled on the back of an article about human psychology from adolescence. Strange when inspiration strikes and even stranger is the result. Critique if you so wish.