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A simple poem reminiscing about my youth when I would have passionate nights of sexual delight.
all about cakes....
By Jim Pack
Its surprising what you can find out, simply by asking Yes and No questions. The 15th installment of the Henry Luellen series of short fiction.
By Joan A Brown
There is nothing that compares to the feeling of two chemistries meeting, matchingâ€”touching.
Chemistry is not to be taken for granted, however. It is a special ingredient inside the gift of mutual love. If you are fortunate enough to share such a uniquely special chemistry with someone,...
By Georgina V Solly
A man is convinced that his lack of success with women is due to his job.
Short Story | Updated Jul 27, 2014 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
He would put the stuff on everything, in the morning it's on his eggs, at lunch it's in his sandwhich and at dinner he puts it on top of his mac n' cheese as a "crunchalousdocious topping". He would make his cornflake-eggs disaster in the morning when I was sitting on the counter in my American...
Media scaring us into tuning in and questionable hygiene.
By Mr Watson
The title says it all !
Poetry | Updated May 14, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 6
By Stan Jones
Imaginary book reviews of imaginary books by celebrities
Short Story | Updated Oct 18, 2013 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Inspiration from the Lian Hearn books...japaneese title tells all!
By Angel Plant
Your touch burns my soul and takes control. What more do you want?
In the perspective of an animal - specifically, a dingo. Because I had the idea of a beach and a dingo, I combined the two to come up with 'Sandingo'!. Enjoy, and I'd like to think that older children would enjoy this.
just a bit of this that i was working on ... its not really good
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Jjs Pen House
A young adult aches over losing their love while hoping that someday they may get one last chance to love again.
By Maximum Red
this poem becomes a bit of a ramble but i like it and its felling of a new begining