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Corrupt Soul

By Rebeca Elgueta I am corrupt my love. Flowers bloom under your Gentle looks But decay and…

By Rebeca Elgueta The candles flicker in the dark, illuminating the mirror with a ghostly glow. The…

By Laura Pathe The Heart that wilts within your chest Could crumple at a touch. Cruelly tortured…

Hello again dearest readers. This is a very special call for writers who would like to have…

By OJ Suban Mackenzie sat in her bedroom alone, mascara brush dangling precariously in her hand as…

By Rachel Halsall The man who came back from the moor was not my father. I would…

By Hannah Ruth Roddy – On a twisted tree behind the moor, A dead girl hangs, swinging…

By Atika Baji – Wrapped in black parchment So old and tormented That held secrets of mystery…

By Ash Lindop – Excuse me while I curl my quiff. I’m neither flaccid, nor stiff, but…

Halloween. A time for horror and hilarity, for terror and trickery, but most of all a time…

By Michael Conroy One with the wilderness, the lonely man stands silhouetted above the Great Plains by…

By Vick Jones Its quiet, its cold, the windows have condensation on them. You can feel the…

By Atika Baji Every tear you cry, Oh dear child Will be a flowing stream in heaven…

By Ian Peek We’re often told perseverance and tenacity are necessary attributes for aspiring writers to cultivate.…

By Jacquelyn Seerattan-Waldrom Dear Freddy, This is one letter that I’ll never send and one more letter that…