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By Tucker Haase
A story about a lowely soldier, wandering alone, until...
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...
I'm broken! Twisted battered and bruised! I'm broken and its all because of you!
By Black Enigma
The innocence of a child in this world is so brief...its just waiting to be taken...along a path of decadence...a target of vultures who will without hesitation rip, something so sweet and succulent, apart.
By Isa Moore
Carol is the journey to the Himalayan mountains near the Tibetan border in search of power-spots. On the way up, the road goes around cliffs two thousand feet up for about sixty miles. The Indians say: "The spiritual experience on this pilgrimage is returning alive."
Vultures of different kinds looking for prey in the big city.
Short Story | Updated Sep 1, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ezeh Chibuoke
In Europe it started big and massive;
Great wars, great loses, great feasts, 3Gs;
Human madness, mankind's zealousness;
We killed, we maimed, we polluted;
The air stenched, vultures rejoiced our madness.
By James Gagiikwe
Watching vultures riding thermals in the afternoon.
Poetry | Updated Jan 9, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6