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Now middle-aged, the world's first scientifically documented virgin-born baby sets about to write out his life story in a last effort to make sense of his disappointing, yet incredible existence.
My father has a deep hatred for the Japanese for their genocide at Nanjing and their of occupation Taiwan in World War II. My fatherâ€™s fatherâ€™s father, a mainland Chinese, he died from blows of a Japaneseâ€™s boots to his head. Kicked to death. His greater hatred comes from...
Soldier on Western Front mortally wounded writes a Valentine poem to his wife on the only thing that is at hand while he carries out a conversation with a dead pigeon.
By Motus Ginus
Where does thunder come from?
Short Story | Updated Nov 14, 2013 | Reads: 58 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A lonely snail named Clark is hopelessly in love with a beautiful pigeon but she probably doesn't even know he exists... Can Clark's best friend Jeb help him talk to the pigeon of his dreams?
By Dan Crawford
Mr. Pigeon solves a problem involving a former Nazi prison guard.
Short Story | Updated Dec 30, 2012 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A BOY AND GIRL AND A PIGEON IN LONDON IN 1950S
Poetry | Updated Dec 27, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Old Sea
Surely we can't choose the way we are going to die and we won't have the rights to be the judge of ourselves...
By Diana Christina
"Everything is free now
That's what they say
Everything I ever done
Gonna give it away."
- Gillian Welch
When I witnessed a murder.
Short Story | Updated Apr 22, 2012 | Reads: 234 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
It began with a tiny wail, a beaming face, an exhausted but joyous face and a satisfied doctor like all life begins
Short Story | Updated Aug 11, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It is the very simple short good moments that we witness that makes Life worth observing. It could well be the sound of a high pitched piano key , or the smile of an old stranger. one day i had one of those moments, I hope the poem did it justice. enjoy.
By Shea Ryhai
One of the last memories I have of my grandmother who died to cancer years ago, is the year before when she took me to an art museum. Just out side my brother and I found a pigeon tangled up in fishing wire. Its wing was tangled, and its foot had been chocked to the point of being useless. We...
A woman encounters a wild bird in her wood shop.
Short Story | Updated Feb 18, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0