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Random First Lines:The book is about the journey of a trio that begins. Like wounded warriors out for revenge the trio are out on a quest; a quest for a dingy place.... » Read
A place I made in my head.
It is in your dreams.
It is in your nightmares.
It is the epitamy of humanity.
It is our soul's graveyard.
It is our spirit's dumping ground.
...time again is laughing...
Poetry | Updated Oct 8, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Lady Alanna
Be kind to the Earth and take care of her beauty. If you don't, we will destroy our home. Written as a forward to a short story I'm writing for my English class.
a bit of a mindWinding Roadtrip...
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2008 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Now that I'm actually uploading all my stuff at once, I'm realizing how much poetry I actually have. Cool.
This was written when we had all those fires in CA and there was smoke everywhere, it was hot, it was icky, everyone had scratchy throats and eyes and noses... althogether blech. So...
By Eric Jericho
A short 10 minute short story.
Short Story | Updated Sep 18, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ken Simm
Endings and long ago
Poetry | Updated Aug 13, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Jack The Ripper
AM I A BETTER WRITER HIGH?
By Sam Halfpenny
"I am thinking of England by the sea - A pier in the rain."
The rainclouds they go, do they not?
And they always seem to come back too.
If you're wondering where the title comes from, think 50 years ago in the football scene.
By Nova Chan
What is the essence of life, to some- money, family, material things and to some the haze that comes from flying high...drop me a comment and let me know what you think.
Cigarette smoking is a personal choice, and non of the governments business. Drunks, and drunk driving are a far great societal risk than cigarettes and second hand smoke.
Iron Men with Wooden Wings
on November 19. Â© All rights reserved
A blustery sandy shore,
a dune on a Carolina Beach,
A night of waiting for the return,
I pace across the room,
In a cave the witch does live
Icky and creapy with spider webs