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I usually write about my feelings. This poem isn't particularly brilliant, but it does show what I was feeling. Enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Aug 1, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A message of hope for everyone.
Poetry | Updated Mar 28, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Robert Kasch
The strange wake of a strange man.
Short Story | Updated Mar 14, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A short story of a woman who couldn't get away...
This story is about a scientist named Joe who accidentally brought back the dead and is on a mission to save the town before its too late.
By Bill Schultz
A man goes to wake of close friend that he hadn't seen in years.
I wrote this a long time ago. I believe before 2011, but I had been turning it over my head for sometime prior to that. I had gone to the wake of a friend's sister who had died...
Short Story | Updated Feb 1, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Everyone at one time or another has wondered about the changes in the world and why...but...few ask or seek the answers..... I wonder why?
This is the first chapter of my new novel, Wake Me. If you enjoy this, please order a copy off Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/4526910
By Muri Ashe
Six New Poetry Books
Fine Arts Poetry
6 x 40 Lyrical Literatures & Photography
1) 40 â€“ Title: Poetic Scriptures, 6 x 40 Lyrical Literatures, Volume 1
2) 40 â€“ Title: Thy Holy Words, 6 x 40 Lyrical Literatures, Volume 2
3) 40 â€“ Title: The Minister of Peace, 6 x 40 Lyrical...
Sometimes we wake up
Poetry | Updated Dec 28, 2013 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 16
By Oliver Daisies
i decided to have a go at writing a song, i'm fairly happy with this first draft so far. i might write more sometime.
This story or group of stories, is about the tales that we know about, but don't think about enough to really care. I hope that this can be considered an eye-opener for many people, because not many people evaluate a situation with someone.
I was going through my journal, I came across a poem I had written months ago. Partially written, so I read it I just started to write. This is what I came of with. I didn't have a chance to think, about what I was going to write. It was like my fingers just kept moving.