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A path of a Cowboy and hid dead sister for revenge.
By Ray Nelsen
It's thousands of years after an outbreak on Earth and humanity is making a come back in a Steampunk world.The story many focuses on a man named James Heartwood who is just trying to stay under the radar as long as possible. He befriends a 'young' boy named Sam and the two, along with a few...
By Robert Kasch
It's easy to dream of what you want to be when you grow up. It may only come true after death.
By Sister Galatea
Pansy Ellis is a eighteen year old living in a small town in Victorian era America. With her mother dead and her thirst for riding unsatisfied, will she remain as she is expected, or break the rules?
Cowboys are a dying breed...I love real cowboys, so I wrote these lyrics.
By Sue Hart
Lori Forester has multiple talents. She can ride like an Indian, shoot the head off a match, and hunt with skill and cunning. Now sheâ€™s learninâ€™ how to hogtie and brand her brothers for a sister-in-law.
When five grown men have to deal with a stubborn, mind-of-her-own sister who...
By Jonah Ryan
In the distant future mankind has turned towards the stars, leaving Earth largely abandoned and forcing those left behind to carve out a new way of life.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON AND COWBOY GAMES
Marshal James McPherson, swore he would never have a family life as long as he wore the badge. That was until the day he met Lydia Wharton. Follow him along as he defends Dry Ridge from every day predators and having to protect his family from the harsh enemies of his job.
By Russ Nielsen
Two wandering cowboys find each other on a dude ranch in Wyoming. They try to ignore the feelings they have for each other, but soon realize true love conquers all.
A BOY AND TRAINS AND BAD COWBOYS IN LONDON IN 1950S
Poetry | Updated Feb 18, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Juli Monat
I grew up watching too much fantasy on TV.
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is dedicated to world renowned Australian horseman 'Clinton Anderson' - told from the view point of a disrespectful, untrained horse. To fully appreciate the phrases and humor of this poem, you have to understand who Clinton Anderson is and some of his most common quotes and references. For...
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
The last few minutes of a man's life, and the first few minutes of eternity.
Short Story | Updated Sep 7, 2012 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 0