Arts + Entertainment

The central nexus for all things film, gaming, art, and music.

These sites are all about Arts + Entertainment. Check them out...

Miss Acacia
The world fades away, revealing my memory egg, Which is thusly shattered, as You burst out at last, Illuminating my entirety,
By Keilie Desirea Rose8 years ago in Poets
Creepy Movies That Are Based on True Stories. Top Story - October 2017.
Everybody loves curling up in bed on a cold night and watching a scary movie. What makes a scary movie scarier is knowing that even a small part of it is based on a true story. Knowing that somebody went through that terror in reality is scary itself.
By alexa p8 years ago in Horror
I Smell of Sh*t
I smell of sh*t, don’t come near me. It’s contagious, don’t come near me. I said stay away! Don’t you hear me? You’re too nice, stay away from me.
By Z D A8 years ago in Poets
Everyone’s 2016 Sucked
I leave Baker’s, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater. I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of wine for my sorrows and some vegan ‘thingies’ for my ex-girlfriend/roommate, and now there's a cyclist on the road, and I'm going to just swoop around you and— Oh shit.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
Hope(less)
The foul smell of dead corpses in the morning, far from being sane… Hands stained from an unknown blood massacre, “can’t remember what just happened.”
By Ziggy MD8 years ago in Poets
Strange Thoughts
Thoughts are much like strangers Some loud and intrusive and proud Upfront about their dangers. Others are small, blending into the crowd
By Zoe Dalley8 years ago in Poets
The Grim Reaper
Here I am holding a vase, in the darkness which is my place. I tried to look and chase, No one wants to take my space.
By Miss Wanderer8 years ago in Poets
The REAL Origin of Medusa
I grew up on an island with my sisters, Sthenno and Euryale. Our parents were minor Gods, so we were immortal. We were also completely alone. The island we'd been left on was deserted, though there were buildings that were plainly marked. It was as though our parents had cleared out all of the people before they left us alone. I remember running through the deserted streets as a child, trying to find just one person that I didn't know. I just wanted a friend.
By Jasmine Yingling8 years ago in Horror