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A short encounter with stranger on a hard snowy day.
Short Story | Updated Mar 1, 2015 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We look to books for a great story, but people have some that are just as enticing.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How not to support someone -
It has been a while since I wrote a actual love poem so I am sharing a poem that I recently wrote. Hope everyone likes it.
Poetry about the reality of being perceived as "weird"
Increasingly we are becoming too much like our technology. Jon is one of these "iHuman"s, constantly plugged into his phone and devoid of human interaction, that is until he meets Daisy.
By Munkic Munkidu
A young woman at a mental institution.
By Jennifer Brighton
He placed a finger to my quivering lips. â€œKeep quiet for me, okay?â€
By Jennifer Brighton
Lying to my mother. (may contain slight adult subject material)
Life's strange places, surreal interactions.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A look at how human relationships can form. How people can initially be hostile & mistrustful of one another due to previous experiences, but can overcome this through bonding together & realising that they are very alike
The noblest profession on earth anyone can proclaim
He devotes his time to teach them write and read
Teaching them how to obey and respect
When no one seems to love and care
He handles them with all their uniqueness
Playing his learners to feel the love in him
Sad and lonely when others have...
Organized religion, in its various identities, has bestowed mankind with a set of ethical standards by which to live, and the structure of organized religions has allowed for those paradigms to be passed through generations. Even though religion defies scientific sense, over the years it has...
This was my first short story/ "idea" that came about whilst I was sitting with friends debating about science and religion and what we believe to be the meaning of life. I came up with a mixture of the two, enjoy.
What's a poor snowbank to do, tra la, what's a poor snowbank to do? It has no power, it waits upon the pleasure of humans, while at the mercy of them, of weather, of creatures, of the imponderables of life. Oh, what's a poor snowbank to do?