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A quick and short poem of, my Phallus. Cannot get more clear then that, and don't want to spoil the climax.
Sam, a boy of sixteen winters, did not think himself capable of doing anything great. He was very handsome with dark blonde hair flowing to his shoulders, he wasnâ€™t very tall, but had a demanding figure. He had always assumed his life would be simple and insignificant, working at a...
By Fiction Fix
Derk tries to convince a nosy customs man that some trunks are best left unopened.
Short Story | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Michelle Broomfield
Life goes away so quickly that very rarely do we get the opportunity to meditate in the importance of every second in it, life seems so abundant when you are young that we do not stop constantly enough to treasure moments or people as they should be treasured and enjoyed. Basically all that...
By Daniel Mullaney
A man wakes up in the trunk of a car and has no idea where he is heading. Someone else is in there with him and the pair become victims to a monster of a man and his mysterious need for their flesh.
Have you ever walked in the shoes of a mad man? Prepare yourself for the walk of a lifetime.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe
By Alec Maynard
A flash fiction detailing a group of Pilgrims Journey Skywards, up an ancient tree and into the unknown.
Fifteen-year-old Kanya Duvelle has lived all her life on her parents' elephant farm in rural Thailand. Raised among the animals from birth, she takes for granted an understand that takes years to master.
But when Kanya is suddenly made to leave the farm, she comes to know a very different kind...
A story of two black cobras that save Champa tree from unsrupulous people trying to cut down the tree for lumber to make furniture.
jealousy is a smoking gun
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2009 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Clyde Donard
The final part of my account of arriving in Massachusetts from Ireland in 1970