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Random First Lines:Entry for dclovefd's Five Sentence Contest Season 2 (Feb. 19th 2014)
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A microbiologist, ruled by habit is exposed to the consequences of his actions, and faces a crises in choosing between what is necessary and what is right.
Short Story | Updated Feb 22, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
We are the Controller of our own issues...
I'm not the best poet but... here's one I wrote a few years ago.
Here is a great Book Review of a book entitled "No Safety In Numbers", written by Dayna Lorentz. I will tell you what I thought of the book without giving too much away. Leave a like and comment if possible.
This article is an exposure to bronchitis to its depths
Article | Updated Feb 19, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shane P
It's not what you think....
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2013 | Reads: 53 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 10
I'm not sick
I feel fine
I just have allergies thats all
I dont want to go to sleep early
I drink enough, I eat my veggies
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
infection has a vaccine
hi! I have a slight temperature and a terrible flu! i decided to write this since i'm still thinking of ideas for my novels. Enjoy :P (wish me better)
A little letter To Mr Freshers Flu
Poetry | Updated Dec 6, 2011 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
My kids were sick with the flu and I had to write about it.
We all feel better today. Just want to share a little mom crazyness...and am thankful to have support and such awesome kids.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
A song about the ups and downs of missing a new health card/flu shot. Can be sung to the tune of cactus in the valley by Lights.
By M W Mccoy
Starting with a seemingly routine crime scene of a slaughtered Suit and his Furniture, Detective Bruce Throne is rapidly drawn into a deep conspiracy reaching from the heights of Soylent Medical to the slums of the overpopulated Fringes. Puzzle pieces of stolen Aztec gold, the super-flu, lost...
By K Flu
A quick poem about the one "thing".... we are all ashamed to talk about.
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
It was unusual air that day as the ravens landed on the nearly straight silver incline of the dry streetlight outside in the morning. They were lined up as black feathered messengers of God, observers of atrocities in Virginia, and felt like her birds.
This is flash fiction I have written...