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Random First Lines:When Zane is handed his dead father's unfinished manuscript he's lured to Nepal. In the stark landscape above Kathmandu, Zane tangles with a... » Read
By Jody Urquhart
All Work & No SAY provides practical and a useful tool for motivating people. It includes factors to captivate your workplace, how to boost morale and increase the productivity of your employees. It has a leadership and change test with helps to assess your workplace. It provides you 55 ways to...
Book | Updated Jan 17, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Albert Grayson
If there is a drive in an individual to know the truth, it begins by the recognition of the importance of knowing that truth. Doubts and uncertainties can become a driving force in our quest for truth. This drive is focused through questions that the seeker formulates and then seeks to find the...
My life, a tool.
Poetry | Updated Mar 30, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fiction story of a life of a man in a post-war Bosnia.
Short Story | Updated Mar 13, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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The woman today is the object of sexual desire. Nothing has changed over the centuries.
Pressed against each other,
Here I am with you
Yet youâ€™re a million miles away with her.
I want you, but I refuse to share too.
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Poem inspired by the Alternative band, Tool with their song "Sober" Enjoi! :D
This is a poem I just racked off in about ten minutes. Enjoy!
People make such a big deal out of money that it's disgusting. Life isn't about money.
Gossip is stupid. People need to get a life.
By Ahmed Abdullah Kucher
A sad person who is contemplating about the wrong things that he has done.
Poetry | Updated Jun 4, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
It was unusual air that day as the ravens landed on the nearly straight silver incline of the dry streetlight outside in the morning. They were lined up as black feathered messengers of God, observers of atrocities in Virginia, and felt like her birds.
This is flash fiction I have written...
By Mike Florio
I was born and raised in New York and, since moving Pennsylvania, I am starting to realize the downside to having been raised in such a city, especially in looking at my home friends since leaving in comparison to the people I know here. Further, in trying to get a novel published recently,...