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The whole poem's a farce that rhymes
By Michael Lange
Eliza Newson is stressed out by everything under the sun. When she gets worried about her husband to be not being around as often she has a bit of a panic attack.
Short Story | Updated Nov 16, 2012 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Hill Saint Rodent
Saying hello, a University Graduate and a battle in the tummy
Novel | Updated Oct 26, 2012 | Reads: 62 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Jack Denim
A Playwright, preparing to present his show, warns the audience that the script got out of hand when all of his friends wanted to add their own characters. Watch as the worlds of actors, wannabes, a director and a desperate writer collide.
Script | Updated Oct 29, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Eileen Mcguinness
Humour by the seaside as we are entertained by a beleagured hotelier who seems to have a few staffing issues.Having checked in to this poorly run establishment our problems are only just starting as you will discover in this little caper.
This novel is woven around the question of whether we are alive or dead. In his manic dreams the author decides he is trapped between lives and in deep trouble. When he finally learns about himself, a creature saves him from the myth that is haunting him. Our hero is finally released from limbo...
Recently two poets past away that I loved dearly, one of them even would be my wife now if she still had lived.. But, bad things happen..This text gives a small insight in the current status of my being since both poets died..
Adrianne Shaw had adopted one technique to side step her mother and her matchmaking ways, EVASION. Excuses to refuse visiting on weekends and holidays. It made it easier to lie about non-existent boyfriends and if it got boring and tiring, non-existent lies about their break ups. She was living...
Novel | Updated Sep 28, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
By Azmat Shah
I wrote this poem when i was 17 and in boarding school. I hated the routine of getting up at five in the morning and going to sleep at ten, The sheer monotany of life for two whole years almost drove me mad. I had to pretend to be someone else everyday for wrting poetry and that too in english...
Poetry | Updated May 24, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 4