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Warning..some of these are in need of a little polishing as they were written a good two years ago but have generally been well recieved by accadmeics and fellow literary writers/readers. The two of me. Out of place and out of time That is how I’ll start this rhyme. This thread tis bout...

In The End Death stalks the living like a hidden killer waiting in the shadows, blade at the ready, glimmering like a crescent moon on a starry night. Feel his breath on your neck, the icy chill of the wind and his eyes, the unknown presence that arouses the hairs to stand to attention like so...

The unrelenting night. Alone in the rain yet together as one I held her so tightly, we had no where to run The skies thundered loudly, light streaked the sky Oh why oh dear lord did she have to die. The evening. it started, much-like any other I went to her house, said hello to her mother She...

....And Life goes on Living: An Autobiographical Fiction. On August 15th 1995 I watched a child die. On the eve of his brother’s birthday, a time of celebration and gifting, the long lingering shadow that had been blanketing his life, clouding his vision and threatening to consume him whole...

Howdy. I figured its about time I joined up here after reading and looking at this place for so long. The names Scott, but people call me wolfy on account of an affinity I have for the Canis Lupus. I'm 28, from Australia and am into art, literature, autobiography, poetry, creative writing and...