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Random First Lines:In their past 37 years of rule fundamentalists in Iran have shown no tolerance for anything other than ideas of their own. Personal liberties and... » Read
Revisiting the beach I first learned to swim- fearlessness- a cliff led up from the strand and in the meadow a bull skulled all day- a warning in red paint ''Beware of Bull''
Phoenica Rising (Keeper of Light) Book One.
A Celtic, mystical, fantasy, adventure story.
Phoenica, a shy, sensitive, intuitive girl with a deep love of nature, moves to the West of Ireland and meets Bromia her estranged Grandmother.
With Bromiaâ€™s help she discovers the mystical City...
By Frankie Frost
Your nose is itchy? Scratch it!
Your neck is itchy? Scratch that too!
Your everything is itchy? ...Better get a wire brush.
Cruise has lost his memory. Everything and everyone he has ever known are strange to him â€“ all he knows are the people who own him and they are who control him. He is no longer fully human now.
Katrina and gang have to fight against not only the Blood-Suckers, but now they have a new...
By Avery Cooper
Cherrie is 16 and a stoner. After moving to Louisiana she meets Daniel. Daniel wants nothing more than for Cherrie to get clean, but it is a challenge after she gets addicted to heroin. She ends up buying a deadly amount of heroin from the local drug dealer. Will Cherrie be able to overcome her...
Short Story | Updated Aug 19, 2014 | Reads: 41 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Incandescent Tranquility
A young womanâ€™s journey fighting and winning against an autoimmune disease.
taken from my book,
Slaves we are not
Novel | Updated May 4, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
We are mere destroyers to this planet, nothing more than a virus spreading amongst this earth crushing everything we come across
Lorona, son of Arkin, plagued with a past of dark memories, is faced with a brutal final battle, challenging all that he knows. This story is meant to inspire, entertain, but most of all, it is meant for people to realize the fragility of mortality and how we all need to be sure of our eternity.
More background on my parents; a possible visit to see my dad or Paul.
A stand in the Vapor Mist trail
deaf ears to Criers wail.
Jackstand Alone amidst the crowbar Junkyard
leaning hard on a windless day.
Kid at the Corner store no Change No Chore
Super Clean Heat no Glory for evermore.
No pantolones only remembered stories