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Random First Lines:13 Days is a film directed by Roger Donaldson about this Cold War. Here, I analyze the movie's strong and weak points, and identify its historical... » Read
When you are naturally committed for the good cause the whole of universal might will be there for you and your good life. Lets make it bright and wake up each time when you close your eyes.
Simon hid ugly things in the darkness of his study, these strange, wonderfully morbid things that in his own perverse way he found beautiful. They were the colors White, Yellow, Rusty orange and Red. But the one color he didn't possess was Amber. When he did, he was trapped forever like a fly in...
By Amberly Sue
Poetry | Updated Dec 23, 2013 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 7
Earth has undergone an Apocalypse, sent from the Heavens by angels Gabriel and Abbadon, but started by the devil. None of the human race has survived; there are no longer any living things on Earth, the entire world consumed by fire and ice. In this short story, Abbadon goes down to Earth to see...
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...
Something about identity and the loss of it ....
Poetry | Updated May 11, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 2
We have already making hell out of Urban settings. The days has come we also intrude into forests to make out another Concrete jungle in the name of Ecotourism. I am a man who is experiencing and percieving the damage done by Tourism on Natural resources. That i want to shout something for...
By Nadine Adair
This story is based on Raymond Carver's short story "Preservation", only I wanted to write it from the untold husband's perspective. It was part of an assignment I had to do for an American Fiction class.
I actually really liked the way it turned out, so I thought I would share it with others.
By Byron Quinn
A dark poem of despair, depression and the dream like impression of your final release.