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A boys imagination takes over.
A WOMAN'S VISIT TO HER CHILDHOOD HOUSE.
Short Story | Updated Sep 29, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Life Lessons are everywhere
There are days when you should just stay in bed.
A fantasy world filled with different cultures and wide variety of adventures. A girl who searches for the right path.
My brother is the single most important person in my life. I've never tried to publish this poem, its not that good. But, it means alot to me...but the form is convoluted
A WOMAN REMEMBERS HER CHILDHOOD.
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem is about how children are less controlled by what people think of them and how they are seen, thus meaning that they are more free to express their feelings & emotions and use their energy spontaneously.
Poetry | Updated Sep 14, 2008 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
"My education is worth more than I can imagine... if only they'd let me imagine!" Its an odd structure. It has some really interesting parts...more toward the end, and some really awful parts (sorry). Just note that for it to make sense you have to pretty much read it all and make sure you get...
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 14, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I was watching a couple of my neighbors being kids and it inspired me
Poetry | Updated Sep 13, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I kicked a dog, and made the owner think it was her fault.
Short Story | Updated Sep 13, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 7
Just thoughts 1.
Poetry | Updated Sep 6, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Richard Elliott
Draft of one of a series of stories loosely based on local legends and loosely based on events from my childhood.
If you go down to the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise...
Short Story | Updated Aug 26, 2008 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Something I wrote during my younger 'drunk' years. I was sad.
Two old friends meet up for lunch and recall a childhood event with varying discrepancies.