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By Edward Alvey
Short Summary - This is about a young boy growing up on a farm. He talks about his surroundings and what sticks out to him the most about the farm. He knows that no other place can compare to this, but suddenly he moves away and finds himself somewhere else.
Â© Copyright 2013 Edward Alvey
A poor family of four recently move into an old broken ranch house surrounded by a dark and evil woodland with barely any belongings and hardly anything to eat, but their time there is not of how they would expect. An evil and dark demonic beast travels round the woodland for flesh to feed on.
Short Story | Updated May 25, 2013 | Reads: 80 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Part of a book called Valentina Vixen Adventures. I am writing very short stories for children. Each adventurous mini story written to capture a childs imagination. As when my imagination is in the story as I am writing I'd like the reader to embrace to story so the reader takes the same journey...
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...
By Sam Renard
A fun little rhyming poem
With all the talk of mountains and hiking I went for a walk, pleasurable and suprising.
I have put some images of some of what I saw in my profile, I may take them down next week
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
Posted on here for Pat, for providing the inspiration. As a boy, I read Reginald Arkellâ€™s poetry, who wrote about bluebells painting the woods of May. I currently have two Sherrin prints of woodland with bluebells on my stairs. I threaded the combined imagery through the first verse, to...
Poetry | Updated May 15, 2010 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 12 | Likes: 16
Inspired by Susan, composed in local woodland over the last few days from observation and future projection, this poem straddles the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.
As Susan admires a lyrical style, I decided to place this format within the sealing of a pantoum, where the first line...
By Randall Stone
I was born in a little place called Roby Mill which is situated in some of the most beautiful countryside of South West Lancashire in England's North West. It is surrounded by rolling fields and woodlands and is still, to this day, basically a farming community.
Growing up there, I always knew...