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By Sue Hart
â€œSometimes, life calls us back to live again.â€
Maggie Warner has a gift of memory concerning all the days of this life, and some from her last one. Her familyâ€™s doubts leave Maggie frustrated. Only Robert Malone, neuropsychologist, and his memory inducing technology can...
taken from my book, "In The Sand Traps Of Desire"
By Roy Harper
"I longed to read everything I possibly could,
and the things I read in turn produced new yearnings."
"The only thing standing between you and your goal
is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it.â€
Revisiting the beach I first learned to swim- fearlessness- a cliff led up from the strand and in the meadow a bull skulled all day- a warning in red paint ''Beware of Bull''
She'll paint you the bright sun and go to bed with the moon in her heart
Miscellaneous | Updated Aug 28, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Violet dreams is a poem which uses colour to express ideas about life, love and death. It is a story about a young girl, who experiences her first love before dying young, and about the persona of another girl who walks through a grassy mead near where the girl lived, and remembers the young...
By Jl Reaper
The story of a suicidal woman.
When his father, the village rabbi, dies unexpectedly, scholar Eliezer resolves and vows to go on studying Talmud in his memory. There is no one brilliant enough to match his erudition in Sacred Law, so he puts out a call for Study Partners. Is he studying only Talmud, or is he adding forbidden...
A man with an unknown purpose heads out on a journey to fulfill his destiny. One day, a shard with mysterious power appears in his hand. Now it is up to him to use the shard how he will see fit.
A not-so-happy story of one of my earliest memories. Names changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
By Chris Green
Tara starts to keep a diary to keep track of the days but time seems to have some surprise in store.
A poem about myself and the things that I have loved and the human race and depression and death. Yep, some pretty big issues here. If you read this, I would love to hear what you think. Thanks bunches!
By William Lobb
memory of a dead friend, not an easy life, not a pretty death
Short Story | Updated Jul 25, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jeff Bezaire
Our advancing society and the pieces of our humanity that are being left behind in the wake of technological wonders.