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Random First Lines:U.S. Marshal Alistair Taggart has spent almost seven years protecting the citizens of Bleeding Kansas from the lawlessness surrounding its push to... » Read
It tells the story of several generations of the Alvey family, and the childhoods, hearbreak, memories, family life, and whisperings that make up American life. Children grow up and people die, but it's mainly a homely read meant for comfort.
The name "Portraits" is a temporary name, by the...
Novel | Updated Apr 6, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
A The Ballad of Old Clonbroney
One night dark walking along
A lane onto its end,
A neighbour walked up to a house
To call upon a friend.
The neighbour was new, his friends wife too
Had arrived not long ago,
And friendship new as neighbours do
They called on one another each other to...
DON'T throw everyone out of the picture cause you like some one. TAKE MY ADVICE DON'T...in the end it'll hurt you really badly *sniff* really really badly
Poetry | Updated Apr 5, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
This is about one mans struggle to find what is missing from his seemingly perfect life. I just sat down and typed this in a couple of hours, not much thought here just another little story I made up.
Short Story | Updated Apr 2, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Jak Sylvian
A short story of the struggles of conscience we experience from time to time.
Short Story | Updated Apr 1, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
For my mum, because I see her for all the things she doesn't.
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 8
Callie Matthews isn't content with her life. She has to deal with living in a small town, which spells 'No Life' already and then the preppy, painful dumb cheerleaders at school along with the perverted boys who all make bets on who can get Callie to go out with them. She thinks it is utterly...
This is for my grandpa, because I miss him so much
Hello, I'm Amy. I was once part of the most powerful vampire hunting clan in the world. That is, until the day I was turned into a vampire. And the first thing any Hunter is trained to do is kill any vampire, who ever it may be, on sight. So now, I can't co back to my family, I absolutly hate...
Novel | Updated Mar 29, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 10
a slightly different version of my previous poem "Never Forget Them," but about the Holocaust, instead
Memories of your dog!
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Something I came by from watching movies having the same theme...I give credit to Angelo Suarez
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2008 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A memoir about the houses my mother lived in (or all the ones I personally knew), which is ultimately about a place and time (Midwest, midcentury), and about my relationship with her, obliquely stated. Appeared in Southwest Review, 1993.
By Anne Westlund
This is just a poem about my Dad, when he was among us.
Poetry | Updated Mar 19, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Looking back on our first child's potty training experiences.
Short Story | Updated Mar 18, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0