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A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON
My memories as a child about this lovely place that I used to live in
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 7, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Not really sure what genre this is
or what type
Just my musings during a conversation with my little sister about what our children are going to be called
we are both fighting over the name James at present
If we were boys this is what we were going to be called
I hope you enjoy reading...
For any Red Sox fan, this season was more than we could have hoped for. But even as the team was on the verge of winning I lamented the end of a season that started so well.
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The story of a child and his past
Short Story | Updated Oct 29, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Just a little something about growing up.
Inspiration from: Hudson by Vampire Weekend
stream of consciousness of a little boy who has realised that he is about to grow up
Inspired by a true story,saw in oprah show,just wanted to tell that we are what our childhood is.
Short Story | Updated Oct 19, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Clarisse has spent years pretending that she doesn't care about her relationship with her father. Her children don't even know he exists.
She's always known that something was missing from her life and when life steps in and gives her a chance to mend the rift between them, will she allow...
Pamela and her brother Riley had always been close, so they decided to move in together.
Pamela took this up as a great opportunity to sort her life out. All her friends were in relationships but where was she? Alone. Well, not without her amazing friends of course.
But what about when her...
The beginning of a new story about trying to hide abuse to protect someone, the abuser is using the abuse as a weapon to get to the kids father, but the child wont tell, to keep the abuser away from his dad. (work in progress)
Short Story | Updated Oct 3, 2013 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A short story, inspired by the poem 'Vultures' by Chinua Achebe.
By The Girl Who Sold The World
A series of semi-autobiographical vignettes concerning the friendship between a girl and a boy
I love Illinois. I love all it's seasons, but I love the summer most of all. The smells of cut grass, the screams of joy coming from the children playing in the sprinklers always bring back the most wonderful memories of my childhood in Texas.
Two states, so different from each other and yet...
Extract from an alternative comedy novella: Alternative Cult. My first encounter with a witch.
Novel | Updated Sep 15, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0