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Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 203 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Alastair Galven
The lone star planetary system, a single star with only one planet orbiting it. This lonely, desolate planet has been dubbed by the Daiva council as â€œSolidarity 248.â€ It is known throughout the universe as the dumping ground for criminals of the Excara republic. The planet is...
By William Sibley
An intimate look into the mind of man losing his father.
Short Story | Updated Sep 18, 2013 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
i wrote this for my dad on his 80th birthday.
Poetry | Updated Jul 17, 2013 | Reads: 239 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Odin Roark
As fathers, itâ€™s difficult to not â€œfatherâ€ our children. And then there are the exceptions, another breed of parent, providing discovery rather than command. I was fortunate to the have the latter.
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Odin Roark
No one person can speak for all fathers, or all children, but there is something universally shared by this value we attempt to define as trust. Regardless of gender (or object as vessel, abstractly expressed in my Window Teacher) willingness to allow trust to flourish is becoming a more and...
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
this poem is about every dad's life along with their daughter.
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Happy Fathers Day Dad. Thanks for all that you've done. Lover you so much.
Poetry | Updated Jun 4, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Autumn Leaves
Nightmares had always plagued his life... Harvey St. John was not sure where he came from or anything beyond his childhood memories... But what he did know is that he loved his strong mother who solely raised him. But now as Camilla St. John lay on her death bed, Harvey is realizing that there...
By Eg Friday
Poem about the effects of child abuse.
Poetry | Updated Jan 29, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
thinking of my daughter
What we can be, if we can actually see. What we are is what we see. Heres my anwser.
A Fathers Day outing like a Boss....
Your only job is to lead people to their death. When you look into their eyes you can see how they are supposed to die. But what if you see something else...what if you can see what her future would be like. But more importantly you see your future with her.