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This morning i was a witness and unknowing participant in makeing a veteran smile.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 28, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Ayla Daniels
How can I live with myself?
By Towers Of Academe
Can you identify with this modern gal?
Poetry | Updated May 1, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Miss Debbie
Why are puppies so irresistible?
Adventure and mystery in the uncanny spirit world captivate the young lives of fourteen-year-old Christina and her sister Jackie, eleven. When the family moves 1500 miles from their home in New Jersey to the desert of the American Southwest, they encounter many spiritsâ€”some good, some...
By Simon Arthur
Anthony Thorps comes home to find that his sister had bought her family home for the weekend. I have a fun time at the Waimata Valley only to find their home vandalised when they come home. This crime story uses the letter V as a theme.
He no longer decided. He made pizza. It was something a man could understand.
Short Story | Updated Feb 27, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes its very hard to see signs of a marriage that has gone wrong and your the last to know you never see the signs of it and when it hits you your world falls apart right before your eyes. This is a short story about my life and the Happiness I had and I heartach I now have in my Life.
Charlotte is a very beautiful girl who attracts the wrong men ....
Short Story | Updated Oct 8, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
What happened when Angel left for the vet. She is too old to walk by herself.
I'll tell you if she does come home or not.
Miscellaneous | Updated May 23, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sunshine Raines
Sometimes we all need someone even if we dont know it yet
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By John Klawitter
Beale came back from war a changed guy, though there wasn't much to look at that was different.
This is a poem that I wrote for a friend of mine that was retiring after twenty five years at a concrete factory.
Panhandlers beside the road
Pleading for money to buy food
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I