Strangers meeting in a cinderblock cell, we unpack our boxes and neuroses side-by-side. Part of June's Creative Odyssey.

Haiku: Variables

Led by the charismatic Hector Sinclair, the Federation struggles to establish peace for its citizens after a Pyrrhic war of attrition against the Alliance, while some who fought for the losing side still aren't convinced their fight for freedom is over.

Just once, you come down to me...

He's impossible, unlovable--never believe the story until you read the book.

It might help if you look up quantum mechanics...

She's waiting for the faeries that will never come... R&R please.

I don't really know this person... but I just cried six tears for him in public. How does that make sense?

given to seizing for plunder or the satisfaction of greed.

Guess what time this was written at? Ah, for staying up late.

A slightly rambling essayish musing on the nature of truth and reality.

A street in the middle of the city finds itself trapped in the middle of a transdimensional spacetime bubble thingy. An epic of nonepic proportions.

He fell in love with a galaxy and death paved the way to the stars.

Mary Sues, Cliches, Stupid Villans, Reviewers, Bad Logic and anything else I can think of that bugs me about today's stories. If something's bugging you, chances are you'll find it here. Now with Worldbuilding. Topic suggestions welcome! Reviews returned.

In this story full of bugs, one bug shall apparently find the strength to prevent evil from befriending his friend.

A brief poem I wrote when I was really stressed out

first poem that i have been able to write and like in a while, please read and review, and give honest opinions if you think i should have done something different on it let me know. THANKS.

About love, devotion, and the restoration of the human soul. Inspired by the poem.

Dear Mom: I wish there was another way, but this is something I have to do. Keep me safe, and keep me alive. I'll be back. Love, Bria

it may not be a work of woe, but it sure does suck. sorry folks, not so comfortable with the sappy stuff.

Thomas fights the dark demons that haunt his world in an epic battle to the death. But world are they haunting, exactly....

Just what it says. Please Review

This has NOTHING to do with the movie Freedom Writers. It started out as a rant, and became something like a beginning of a novel.

A small collection of scribblings, poems, and thoughts. Reviews would be loved.

If all the swords in England were leveled at my heart...

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There's a man, floating through outer space... Inspired by something I heard at school, feedback very much appreciated.

We move through the dim light passages of a new Night. Is it a new age?

Kay is a vampire hunter. Bella's job involves looking after a library of lives. One's a killer, the other preserves lives. You wouldn't think they were ever such good friends..

I like this one, but I'm not quite sure why

A brief conversation between a warrior who is afraid of fish and nothing else and someone who is trying to dissuade him from going somewhere dangerous. Some grammar and usage slightly revised July 2009.

Another exercise in deliberate randomness with inane intent. 'Canoes, and how! Those slippery things.' A painting of a voyage at sunrise.

A poem I wrote a while ago...hope you like it. I mean T in the strictest way, too.

He loved her and I loved him but I loved the fact that he still loved at all. Reviews would be loved.

...written for school, bout a mask breaking off kinda thing, idk, just read and find out urself...

And of others worlds. Basically a comparison of reality vs. fantasy.

A girl's longing.

Chapter one of a medium-length story, with a fantasy feel to it. Can't give a summary, because I don't know the plot yet.

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Shakespeare did first, sorry. (Written: 3/19/06.)

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Falling through the web of lies...escaping to your eyes...

I've read the book of life... I want to meet the author of my life...

Writer/artist in motion...invisible "Do Not Disturb" sign hovering... Spoken word.

When Cat discovers that faeries are real (and hot), that all she wants for her 17th birthday is a life sized Darth Vadar, and that it's wisest not to hide under tables at crazy parties, she does the normal: give Ninja Hugs of Doom, and chuckle

NASA has no need for writers

Sometimes poetry needs no reason to be itself.

Broken universe.

You plot your emotions on a graph.

A poem in the style of "the Rime of the Ancient Mariner", but about my ancient Greek studies.

Metadreaming with a few dashes of metawriting to make a metastory.

If I could create full empires in my mind. The streets would be phrase made.

When a Quest-seeking boy meets up with a Quest-starting female wizard, sparks begin to occur. Not to mention a battle with wraiths and a strange but Doomy Rock. Could this be the beginning of a Quest? Read and find out!

dreaming hard. (kind of epic)

This one was a little frustrating to finish, but here are my confessions of being a writer, but most of all as a human being.

A Shakespearean sonnet... with loads of alliteration... about a dragon o' doom. Come on! You know you want to read it. I like this poem very much myself.

Inspired by the people I have met who lust after fictional characters and those involved in internet relationships. I may use this in one of my upcoming manga.

If you could divine futures, would you have the patience to wait?

Life in the Anthropomorphic Sector

About what an ending is...

An assassin is hired to bump off the author of this story. Now with spelling errors removed and a different ending to fit in with some other stuff.