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My final thoughts concerning the Confederate Flag, the use of symbolism as a powerful tool to convey ideas. A distinction between slavery and racism. Whether we should idolize the Confederate Flag as cultures have idolized objects before, and the dangers of doing so. Our belief system and a...
A brief discussion and analysis of the Confederate flag, its symbolism and if its appropriate to display today as a symbol of American pride as so many do without any knowledge behind its creation and what it represented, then and ultimately now.
A poem describing the familial bonds in a group of quilters.
this poem is for kids
I'm writing a short story and this will be the first chapter. I do not know where this story will go, but I do have some ideas.
It's about a girl, Emily, and a boy, Samuel. They both have their secrets, are a bit different and... have a history together of which they do not know about. They...
By Ava Rosien
My poems of late have been more on the serious side of things. I decided to change it up with a fun poem of the County Fairs I went to as a child.
Poetry | Updated Feb 25, 2013 | Reads: 275 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Jennifer Brighton
Misfit. Unfit. Extraterrestrial.
When 2 teens runaway from home and meet by coincidence all they want is to start a new life away from their abusive/ critical parents. They fall in love while running. Katherine gets taken in the night to an insane isylum and Cristopher has to find out where they took Kat so he can get her back.
By Naomi Folettia
Stuffed animals only wish to be loved. But when that love is taken away...
This was something I wrote a while back for a contest entry on a site called Figment.
The author of this poem describes what happens when he happens to see his old college sweetheart operating a ball toss game at a county fair.
By J L Hehl
Southern charm, southern memories, time changes everything.
By Angel Of Life
how do you see the world? no matter how you see it, remmeber, your seeing the world, as in the whole world, not the things that are in the wolrd.
~â€œTo the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.â€~
In the summer of 1940 Winnies parents moved her from the big city to some small town on the coast on North Carolina. While getting to know her new home for the next summer she starts...
A story on Onion Raju, a vegetable vendor in daily market.