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Random First Lines:n the heart of the Kologha Forest lies a little haven where man and nature seemingly live harmoniously together in a little piece of Utopia. The... » Read
By Ted Gerard
Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies and Fairies...Oh My.
A poem about my childhood
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Some nostalgia for the fans/stans of Cartoon Network
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2015 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
100 Roses is a discreet term in the online adult escorting world for 100 dollars. This is all the collected memories of my life as an escort, stripper, student and young woman.
By Ted Gerard
Sometimes the only way to find peace is to let it all go.
Lives pass fleetingly, until there is not much left except an empty shell of what a person used to be.
Short Story | Updated Jan 31, 2015 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Who knew the saying â€œwhat a difference a day makesâ€ would make all the difference in the world to Bryson and I (Tory) to change our lives collectivelyâ€¦
My childhood memory all mounts up on a beloved old rugged blue scooter.
Short Story | Updated Jan 26, 2015 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This book details my efforts at initiating a successful very early childhood education program for my grandson, which involved basic literacy, logical thinking and math reasoning starting from an extremely young age. It is my hope that this book helps you to do the same for your child.
By Christopher David Bate
Where there is burden, there is Boots..
Short Story | Updated Jan 17, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Love from mother.
Poetry | Updated Dec 28, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Through the eyes of a child.
Poetry | Updated Dec 27, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Raven is finally a Senior and she has been thinking of someone from her childhood pastâ€”her first love. Will she ever meet him again?
Short Story | Updated Dec 26, 2014 | Reads: 72 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I was thinking about the Civil War and how the Emancipation Proclamation rhymed when I wrote this poem.
A poem about missing a childhood home