Tell me your opinoins please.
Gusts of dirty wind hammered me, trying to push me towards a premature arrival at my final destination. The sun’s muffled rays cast a sickly glow on me. The filthy colored cl... | Read More
Comments are always welcome :)The Prisoner
The prisoner was holding on the thin, metal bars shaking them rapidly, making a clinging noise. The poles were on every wall offering no modicum of privacy, like a cage more th... | Read More
So yeah, this is a newer story by me. Tell me what you think. What did you like? What can I do better? Et cetera
The closet door opened with the slow creaking of unoiled hinges. Gleaming eyes met the glossy ones of the ... | Read More
A short story I wrote between my writing The Lark's Last Voyage. Just gotta take a break from something once in a while, eh?
Please give me your opinoin, it's how I get better :)
The man just got off the bus into the darkness and rain. He wa... | Read More
WARNING: SOME ADULT LANGUAGE
So I'm going back to some sci-fi stuff. I have no clue how long this will end up being, but probably about 10 chapters. Please read, comment and critique. Thanks :)
*The following is a series of recording... | Read More
Jeez I haven't used this thing in forever. And now I'm only writing in here, because I wanted to do the echo thingy. But now that you're here, I mind as well put some artists that I like up here to see if anyone ... | Read More
Haven't put a new one out in a while so here we go. If you like it, show it to others who might so more people can read. And, of course, comments and critiques are always welcome. Enjoy
SIRS- June 6, 1821
I forward to you with the gre... | Read More
So it's been about a month, that means it's time to put up another story! Please comment and critique and if you like it, tell your friends to read 'em as well. Thanks.
A familiar face came to stand before him in the darkness, bringing light ... | Read More
Hey guys, it's been a while. Hope there are still people out there willing to read this...I'd love comments and critiques (?). Without further ado...
If thirty-two year old Eugene Pavelik had known how to find the beach community of Port Aran... | Read More
Stephen Muns was waking from a very deep sleep, slowly regaining consciousness. The light in his eyes was unbearably bright even though they were both firmly shut. A residual deep chill caused his bones to ache as the warmth slowly seeped back int... | Read More