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Josophine is traveling west in the mid 1800's. She didn't expect meeting any hardships along the way, but oh- was she wrong. Along with finding the love of her life, she saves many lives and fights well for her story to end. This is a history project that i did this year, but it was so good that...
Free writing: Trying to get past 2011. Making the path for 2012. Never forgetting but living again.. Not just exsisting anymore...
Iraqi security officers were very helpful, professional and respectful to all mourners. On Monday, at least 28 people were killed and 78 wounded in a wave of bomb attacks in central Iraq against mourners.
I Ajmal Mehdi condemns in the strongest terms by volunteering my time in Karbala for help...
There's no other feeling like arriving in the world's second largest continent, not knowing a soul and not owning a dime. Daunting on the whole, three individual people named Mohammed showed me a riot as I feared for my bowels in a country that could eat you alive before anybody even turned an eye.
Hidden behind a forest of large oaks is a valley with mountains, forests, lakes, and so much more, lives the wolf packs. No one dare goes near there because of the wolves, no human is stupid enough to go into a forest full of wolves. What they don't know is how extravagant and mysterious the...
By Visionary Sandy
Words of a holy river...
A look back when I visited the Rockies in Canada in July.
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
I have made quite a few changes to Chapter One--thanks to all the generous reviewers who helped me shape up things--and have renamed Chapter One as the Prologue. It is quite brief (775 words) --even shorter than before--and I would appreciate any quick comments as to how it--if you'll pardon the...
By Visionary Sandy
Expressing the beauty of Nature
By Georgina V Solly
A couple go to find a business partner whose help they need, only to find him otherwise occupied.
I wrote this while staying in Vancouver...:)
A homage to a magical creature that resides in one of the most hostile environments on our beautiful planet.
Short Story | Updated Oct 2, 2011 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 12
a poem about Ireland & and Irishman
By Ben Fox
New views of scenery and those around us.
This poem tells of the sheer overwhelming scale of some ofthe Cumbrian mountains.