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By Master Papers
In the mid-eighties, snow-thrower manufacturing firm Toro, launched a promotion where purchasers of snow blower could refund a part of their purchase in the event that the next winter was characterized by modest snowfalls. The amount of money that was refunded was related to the amounts of...
By Thomas Arlo
A prose poem inspired by Rimbaud's the drunken boat
Poetry | Updated Feb 4, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Standard threshold levels for screening and confirmatory tests. Detection of specific drugs using standard Immunoassay as opposed to the confirmatory test GC/MS or Gas Chromatography.
What if you had a family member come to Thanksgiving feeling the way this person did? Read and enjoy. It is short. It also contains an update as to where I have been. The gender of the character is up for interpretation. You choose one or both yourself. My twitter handle is @sosnh1995. Don't...
By Jim Pack
Cassandra Jones can't seem to help herself. She is falling for Henry Luellen.
By Elton Camp
We quickly learned why it was available on a crowded night.
Poetry | Updated Oct 28, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Moonlit incendiary sequence
of a Catfight.
Panthera whelping Genesis flexing
Monarchal sparkling of a Flame
set to Burn yon Shiloh.
Reflection evident this evenings Moon
Non Benign Feline approach of Twilight
Virtue Vice incisor Bite of Pride
Adam Weshnak Dripping liquid swords Ninja Psycho cycle
Riding till the Dawn
Lyrical miracle mile-Christ child- erstâ€™ while
Style content flawless-
Chosen verbs for Herbs
Seasoned grease with salt and pepper-
Table holds the envelopes for chosen
Prose to fold you.
Sleeves with ease -inside...
A MAN HAS HIS FAVOURITE CAFE AND TABLE AND IDEAS.
Short Story | Updated May 31, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Angel Plant
Another day to give thanks for all I have. For being alive.
While flipping through a terrible middle school / high school poetry book I had, this was probably the only one I wrote I am not embarrassed to make public.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
By Old Sea
A pure memory of an observer...
By Angel Of Life
ok, so it's clear i wrote this when i was bored, so...idk, still seems decent enough to post.