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The phrases we say mean more than we think. Not necessarily a short story, more a personal reflection.
Short Story | Updated Feb 19, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
If you've heard the clichÃ©
This is a short summary of who I am and what I believe in so that those who read my short stories, essays or articles will know more about the man behind the words.
Most husbands need to be more attentive to the needs of their wives, especially when it comes to the bedroom. God is the Creator of sex, but for the most part the church neglects this important topic. I decided to create a very brief article that will hopefully help make the bedroom experience...
By R Safley
It's easy to save the world, once you know how to define it.
These are the stories that have been left in my world.
I am Alabama Bunny.
Open Rights Group International - The latest revelations from the Guardian give good evidence of why they have recently been the target of government harassment, and also why this is entirely unjustified.
Short Story | Updated Oct 20, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Little poem I did inspired by the book "The cloud of unknowing" and the buddhist idea of the void (ÅšÅ«nyatÄ)
Realize, Igniteâ€¦..Explode! - infuses practical advice on personal development with a spiritual bent and uses enthusiastic tone that can help inspire readers to become their very best selves. The book explains the nuances of life; Life is not complicated by itself, just that we have made...
By Juli Monat
How delicious is to admire a woman body.
An open minded woman makes a shocking discovery that changes her view of the world around her.
Short Story | Updated Sep 4, 2013 | Reads: 124 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
The first poem from my new poetry album titled "Morticaw". It's about the lack of control we have due to how the governments and society indirectly take over our lives. Just a personal opinion, I think people should open their eyes to this subject.
All of whats expected from me is simple.
i know its silly, but I've lost it.
maybe for the moment or what if forever.
that thing, that everyone's loves me for, dissipated.
vanished, like i haven't been trying to hold on so tight my knuckles turn white.
a mess, is how anyone who knew me like i...
A poem about friends, please like and comment:-)
About a ghost watching their own funeral they learn how they died and what their life really meant.