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Random First Lines:The last bell has rung. High school is long gone. Or is it? Hunter is not in high school. Shawn isn't either. But after memory lane unexpectedly... » Read
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
Ok, if you are reading this, I've obviously published this. I debated not sharing. I'm unsure if I'm pleased with this or not.
I took the concept to paper (pictured), of a "marionette heart" that has sustained heartache, suffering, and beatings (figuratively). The idea of the picture was...
Poetry | Updated Jul 23, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Sleeping beauty with a sixties twist. A script written for my aunts grade 3 class. So aimed at a younger generatio
By Byron Quinn
A poem of the overlord of time, the defiler of life and death, an anti-God so to speak
Story of two aging drama queens reunited in a play.
Poetry | Updated Jun 8, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Half Chewed Pen
The power of ink
Poetry | Updated May 19, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
mY TRIBUTE TO THE MUSIC OF jOHANN sTRAUSS, jR. Such dexterity with 3/4 rhythm is amazing - see if you can find the over 20 waltzes, polkas and marches, played upon here!
It's in the jeans.
OK, OK, I am cheating again. This is another play I wrote a while back that was produced in Australia during the 2002 International Melbourne Fringe Festival, and the 2003 International Melbourne Comedy Festival. It was a real crowd pleaser, if you want to put it on just let me know. Incidently,...
The effects of our actions pass down from one generation to the next. Through their actions, our ancestors have shaped our present world. A thousand years, nay ten thousand years, from now, our blood will flow through the veins of our descendants; our collective thoughts will invade their...
This is a play that was written because of the earlier piece of poetry 'Suicide's Dress Rehersal'.
Short Story | Updated Mar 9, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By A Stranger
A cold night watching innocence
Poetry | Updated Dec 20, 2006 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3