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By Juli Monat
An idea of what a frustrated musician
it's been thru...frustration and more
frustration...not my own feelings thou.
By Madeleine Bayley
"It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense." - Mark Twain
It should have been just an ordinary day out for Sam Whitley, his wife and his daughter, but, with the push of a button, everything changed...
A poem about divorce... inspired by a single photograph.
This is just a silly poem I wrote to a girl I was seeing when we were both awake at 3:28am texting. I had been reading Tim Burton so did this, photographed it and sent it as an MMS.
I still have the original poem but not original girl.
Merrick Smith lives on the quiet peaceful Cape in future America that is plagued by depression and war debts. When an unexpected thing happens to the happy family everything changes. What will happen to the Smith family? What surprises lurk within these pages? Read and find out!
I just wanted to write something so here you go.
Short Story | Updated Jun 26, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
A Vietnamese man is shot in this poem about a famous photograph. He is terrified, but his back does not bend due to his pride in his Asian heritage.
By Mike Florio
Here's another short story I wrote about a month ago. I wanted to keep this one in a compilation of stories about the west coast of America, most of these stories having to do with Hollywood's portrayal of life. Anyway, enjoy!
By Mike Florio
When I was a kid, before the internet existed, I had a computer game called Commander Keen that was one of those 2-dimensional screen-shifting games, like Mario or Sonic. I found it rather unusual that my memory of playing this game wound up in my dream and slowly began to see its significance....
This is my entry for BooksRule's contest The Metaphor Within Us. The metaphor i used was In My Mind's Eye. I hope you enjoy :)
Poem about what a camera can't capture.
Poetry | Updated Jul 21, 2010 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
He didn't know how much she loved her. And she didn't know how much he cared...
A JEWISH GIRL AND HER DREAM OF DEATH.
Ever see an old photograph, more specefically, a daguerreotype, and begin thinking about the people in the picture? Well I do, and here's the product of such, and a little more SRD-style Victorian romance.