Tragedy“Have you finished your tragedy yet?”Tragedy by ~DangoLovesYou
Fake Legends of The Hidden Temple EpisodeFake Legends of The Hidden Temple Episode by ~GiftedWithdaForce
A Complicated LoveFandom: HetaliaA Complicated Love by ~Sanraizu
Artemis: prologue and ch. 1 PrologueArtemis: prologue and ch. 1 by ~JDSparrow
Wikca: An obscure family.Wikca: An obscure family. by ~Apocalyptoid
Empty Room 'I guess I'm a record you're tired of, I guess we're just older now'Empty Room by ~CupofCharlie
WWI: Wikca sightingWWI: Wikca sighting by ~Apocalyptoid
Wicka RevelationsWicka Revelations by ~Apocalyptoid
June 18.Fear makes the thrillJune 18. by ~HuntingForHappiness
Passing the TimeCould it bePassing the Time by ~randomfreakygothgirl
Let Me KnowI can’t tell if this is love or inspirationLet Me Know by ~MaxwellSmaart
What You're worthWhat is then the worth of time?What You're worth by ~JDSparrow
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by *TheNighttimeWanderer
Screenplays and Flash Films
Trail of Blood Ep1 - PilotFADE IN:Trail of Blood Ep1 - Pilot by *4sauce4
Beyond AllA lilac forest, a magic lamp,Beyond All by ~AstheArtDictates
N.ever S.tops R.ainingRunning, follow throughN.ever S.tops R.aining by ~randomfreakygothgirl
Grounded AngelsIn the rain alone and broken,Grounded Angels by ~JDSparrow
FrameTake my body away from meFrame by ~randomfreakygothgirl
Chicago, second to nothingLife passesChicago, second to nothing by ~loveyalongtime
Barthocian Steamship CruiserTHe Barthocian Steamship Cruiser of Star Cluster OMEga XX80B4RBarthocian Steamship Cruiser by *homunculus888
Bad Taste"Dear idiot on the wall,Bad Taste by ~SebastianGrimm
''Aaaahhhh!!'' I screamed as the ugly, gray monster brought me closer to his mouth. No! This can’t be happening! I thought. Frantically I struggled against the clawed, leathery fingers that held me in a herculean grip. "Aaauughhh!! HELLP!!" I screeched, completely losing my mind, and the horned beast smiled wickedly, slowly reeling me in.''Aaaahhhh!!'' by ~theolivethief14
Being uniqueAs my eighteenth written piece i attempted to write about being unique:Being unique by ~Solilska
They Say Death Is An Everlasting SleepThey say death is an everlasting sleep. But it is the dreams within that sleep that are questioned. Do we go somewhere else after death? Is their a God? What will happen after I die? These are the questions we ask ourselves but the most important one seems to constantly allude us. Does it matter? Do all of these questions serve any purpose in life, but to waste it? For we have lost more lives over these questions than anything else. We spend exhausts of time in life preparing for death, what is the point? I am not questioning death or life's significance for without one the other would have no meaning. But I simply ask why do we care? No mattThey Say Death Is An Everlasting Sleep by ~loveyalongtime
UnityAs my seventeenth written piece i attempted to talk about unity:Unity by ~Solilska
My Nirvana, My Mind RebornMost of my life had been spent as a simple-minded Christian, blindly worshipping, praying, singing, and fasting, all for the salvation I anticipated, but it never seemed to come. My sixth grade year was when I began to break free from it all. I did all of the aforementioned activities less and less. Finally I got sick of it and stopped completely. By the time I had reached the summer after my eighth grade year, I was an atheist and content the way I was. When I had come to the realization that my "salvation" was a lie, it left me with a deep abhorrence for the cruel ones who had so wrongly deceived me.My Nirvana, My Mind Reborn by ~randomfreakygothgirl
Over 18 - Literature
Untitled Cyberpunk Work Chapter OneThere’s a slight musk in the air of the small studio apartment, a mixture of her pre-shower workout and the spontaneous workout before that. Most of the lights are off, save for three of the four bulbs above the mirror in the bathroom. Hearing a slight groan, Five briefly looks toward the direction of the bed, though the ajar door obstructs her view. Her attention turns back to the mirror, as she peers at herself, her hair mostly. She’s not yet used to the new look, and hasn’t yet decided if it looks good on her or not.Untitled Cyberpunk Work Chapter One by *Kythkyn
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PerspectiveForgotten among the tales of forever after
Losing the will to grasp the reality within the dream
I pieced together the archaic fragments that lay before me
Shattered remnants of what should of been
A final attempt to reignite the flame once doused in tears and regret
Unshackled from the second life held within
The pseudo existence that claimed my past
I rediscover within the cryptic esscence of my former self
The ideals that once wrote the story of who I am
I find written in it the courage to claim a second chance
For hope never dies, it just lays dormant.
Sad Light Mike loved the dark, not just the night but darkness in general. Most people who knew him always thought him to be an incredibly abnormal person, strange... not right. He had a job, friends, an ordinary life in most respects. It's just that they focused on the one thing that was different about him. He liked the dark as most people liked the day. If he was awake during the day, he was a nervous wreck and was barely able to function.
As an adult, Mike of course knew why, but he never told anyone, he could barely think about it without breaking down. The reason was attached to a tragedy that would make most people weep.
As a small child, a toddler, he lived with his mother in an isolated house in the country. One afternoon after putting him to bed his mother had died of a heart attack outside the house. Young Mike had woken the next morning to an empty and dark house, being so young he knew nothing except that his mother was not there. The curtains in his room were alwa
Not Exactly Paradise Chapter 1“I can’t believe this place! This is incredible.”
“An entire week dude, get used to this.”
“I think I will. What will we do first?”
“I don’t know. How about we go on those Ski-Doos?”
“Sounds good man, and let’s do the track they have set up!”
“Yeah I heard the fastest time gets three hundred dollars.”
“Three hundred dollars? Wow, that’s a lot!”
My name is Alex, but you can call me Obye. I won a week’s vacation to Rook Island, and the brochures of the island were terrific. Rook Island is a small archipelago and it offered ma
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