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Join the fun. You are invited to the wedding of John Lapp and Nurse Hal. So put on your bonnet or felt hat, hitch up your buggy and take a ride by scenic pastures and rolling hills to Wickenburg, Iowa. You will find a few surprises during the wedding. Daniel Lapp interrupts when the bishop asks...
If Spring is a season of rebirth and love, Hallie Lapp's farm, at first glance, seems the place to be. What she didn't see coming after the birth of her daughter was an abandoned baby dropped off in her buggy. She couldn't imagine a runaway girl showing up on her door step. Once Nurse Hal is...
Many people say that humanity is going downhill. They say that the world is changing, that people are less respectful. The have lost hope in the future. They are just tying to survive. This poem is about getting back to the roots of the USA. It is about getting back to what the founding fathers...
Sometimes we must weed out our garden of LIFE..always believe in yourself.
By Stormbird Throneshaker
You tell me!
Written by Stormbird Throneshaker 01/22/2014
Poetry | Updated Jul 31, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
I wrote this one back in december.
Short Story | Updated Jul 16, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Once upon a time, there were two countries along the sea. They were always fighting over the border. One day, a person suggested to pick up a dog from each country and let them fight... rural traditional story, 354 words.
Fabiola sees a butterfly in the countryside:) Enjoy!
By Michaela Grace
"You know, you're kind of a wild thing." he says, giving me a smirk.
"I don't think so." I roll my eyes.
"You're right, wild thing doesn't fit. You're name is Rose." I look at him, wondering where he's going with this which makes me slightly nervous. "You're a wild flower."
Poetry | Updated Apr 30, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Lb Studio
It was during a Friday noon recess Mel pulled the pipe out of his pants pocket, casually stuck it in his mouth. That small act stopped the rest of us boys in our small tracks. Safe to say, smoking a pipe is not for the young.
Short Story | Updated Apr 11, 2014 | Reads: 59 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Skeptic Windego
In the past few decades america has become more of a bully, so I wrote a poem on the matter.
All Berkeley wants to do is spend her summer with her friends down at the park while smoking weed and drinking. But, her mother sends her down south in hopes of improving her behavior. Christy just wants to be accepted for who she is and tell everybody her secret. Will these two girls be able to...
"Me and you are one, my homeland"
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