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Eibhilín, de linzlu97
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Eibhilínde linzlu97
In my folklore Eibhilín, I used two main legends in the Celtic tradition of fairies and Ciardha, meaning darkness. I used these two specific legends because of my inter...
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#BattleTheBeast Thank You & Reflection Video, de Morbidhuman
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#BattleTheBeast Thank You & Reflec...de Morbidhuman
This is not an entry but really a reflection and thanks to Syfy on my experience to this contest. I just want to thank them for giving me this opportunity and I just wan...
Random thoughts, de 2writel0ve
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Random thoughtsde 2writel0ve
Just random things that pop into my head will be here, some will be funny, some will be sad, and some will make you go 'wtf'
Light Up The Skies, de Chloelake96
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Light Up The Skiesde Chloe Lake
Light Up The Skies is a poem written focused on the theme of 'Emerging From The Storm'. It was first written and published by Arkbound and Change Bristol, for mental he...
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Everything Wrong With Me, de shakira227
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Everything Wrong With Mede Shakira
This is not a story. It's venting trash that I decide to write down and post in a series that doesn't go off of each other. Each piece is its own within the series. Ev...
Struggling, de DarrenHobson
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Strugglingde Darren Hobson
A self explanatory poem about being alive in this current climate of fear, with the whole world locked inside, we all unlock our minds, the overthinkers going into overd...
Death is a Gift, de DexAmoroso
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Death is a Giftde Dex Amoroso
"Death is a Gift" is a poignant short story that explores the complex emotions surrounding loss, separation, and the enduring power of love and memories. Set a...
An Untitled Story, de oMerakio
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An Untitled Storyde meraki
These will be short stories that come from ideas based on music or things i think about.
Beds, Cigarettes and Smoke Machines, de paoloyao
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Beds, Cigarettes and Smoke Machinesde paolism
A coming of age story about finding your better self. Do we look back and wish to be the person we used to be when we were still innocent and fresh? Or Do we look forwar...