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Colorado Springs! I wrote this while I was watching parts of my home be ravaged by floods. It hurts to see Colorado in this shape.
By Michael Young
In the rush to settle the lands that the United States took from Mexico after the Treaty of Hidalgo, the Anglo settlers traveled into the area that made up the New Mexican territories. The new movement of American settlers was spurred on by the Countryâ€™s belief in Manifest Destiny. This...
By Rainbow Reed
Lost Tower Publications and The Wicked Come are working together to produce an anthology of Hope. The aim of this anthology is to provide a book to support, encourage and entertain people going through difficult times in their lives. Work can be submitted in the form of poetry, photography and...
Sequal to Meadow and Fairies.
Who would have thought that passing through Alice Springs could earn you a job, $80, and some small time amusement? The roadtrip to Darwin presented us with many situations we were not physically, or mentally prepared for. Whether it be getting a stitch from having to leg it in order to pay for...
"Every Girl wants to find her Edward."
And that's what Danielle Springs set out to do.
Moving to a new town with nothing more than an insane idea and the loud voices in her head (and alot of cash), she goes in seach of the guy who would be her Edward, only to discover she may be in over her...
By I Am Just A Dude
My perception of poetry!
Poetry | Updated Aug 1, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By William Woodall
Zach has a problem. His entire family is under a curse that transforms them into bloodthirsty monsters on the night of every full moon. They all think it's the greatest thing that ever happened to them. Now they want Zach to become a monster too, and they won't take no for an answer! Cry for...
this stated out as a text message... but i could not stop writing
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2008 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ray Kurts
The story tells of a woman. Whose Husband
and families all gone and now she sits alone
waiting for death to come. While watching the
sunset come and go which always her favorite.
The old cat still traces the Dog.
A love affair down under.