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Random First Lines:Talal Itani is an electronics engineer, software developer, and writer. He was born in 1961, in Beirut Lebanon. He immigrated to the United States... » Read
This is kind of a story that rhymes... and not exactly poetry.
Baiden Smith had a future. Baiden Smith was going to be a good person, helping the world and all the poor people in it. That was until his math teacher died.
Suddenly Baiden and all people he cares about are plunged into a mystery that may be unsolvable. Follow Baiden as he races against the...
A ONE LEGGED GIRL AND A BOY AT ANURSING HOME BY THE SEA IN 1950S.
This poem is based off the song
Of the many summers of my lifetime, it had to be the one after my graduation from the hell people call High School to have me reach my breaking point; my mother says she found me on the bathroom floor of our house, back in Bellscreek, Ohio, bleeding from an open gash in my left wrist. If it...
A 13 YR OLD BOY AND GIRL AND AN INOCENT LOVE.
Poetry | Updated Sep 28, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I tried magical realism
An Innocent Greed
Poetry | Updated Sep 7, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 10
The death of an innocent person. Death leads to pain, and pain leads to anger.
Short Story | Updated Aug 31, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sweet Little daisy girl is a poem about a parent watching their little girl with loving and caring eyes.
This is a true story. It is about my granddaughter, Makayla who lives in Chicago with her single mother and other siblings. Her father and his wife live in Mobile Alabama. They have no other children.
Makayla looks forward to her summer visits to Alabama either for two or three weeks or for...
A poem of recalling ignorance, and finding the answer...Losing something, to find something else, and things aren't always as they seem
Poetry | Updated Aug 26, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This short story details a soldiers experience during the war and the suffering he has to endure. Enjoy and feedack is much appriciated
Short Story | Updated Aug 21, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
"I don't like Violence." I say.
"Then why don't you stop killing?" He asks.
"I don't know. I just can't stop. I don't mean to kill at all."
I still don't know why I kill.
(This story is not completed yet, I add chunks of it periodically, so please be patient.)