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This is a fictional poem.
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"THat's IT!!!!!"Trista had had ENOUGH OF AUCKMED AND NED AND THAT DAMN SKUNK!!!!!! She picked up Auckmed. Soaked in beer from Ned, his toilet paper wrapping was quickly dissolving. Auckmed was dying...........poor Auckmed. A Single tear ran down Ned's face. He lifted his hat. Took off his...
Ned And Auckmed stumbled into the trailer. "So Auckmed what kind of sandwich do you want?" Ned Asked as he opened the fridge door looking to see what goodies Trista had left them. "Ohhhhh we're gonna eat good tonight" Ned sings as he dances away from the fridge with arms full of plates of left...
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...
The Blue Sky,the Wee Mouse Family,the Birds, the Ginger Cat, the Snail, the 10 Children who live at No. 12 Deep End Street, the Neighborhood Skunk and a glorious summer day in which all of these play their parts, have good and not so good adventures, learn something, grow and little and all's...
Have you ever been angry at someone because they were drunk?
Poetry | Updated Sep 15, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Gas escaped from the incision, as though a small organ was deflating.
Short Story | Updated Feb 12, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 0