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StoryAn American Folk Tale DanielCook114 years 11 months ago
StorySoliloquy in Yellow dilletante1114 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen Spring Arrived wandelaar214 years 11 months ago
StoryAN EMMA DILEMMA kheldar814 years 11 months ago
StorySo What's New? wandelaar514 years 12 months ago
Storya time and a place aitticboy415 years 2 days ago
Forum topicAny advice greatly appreciated! Anonymous2315 years 4 days ago
StoryA baker falls over mcmanaman115 years 4 days ago
StoryWhat If? wandelaar315 years 4 days ago
StoryThe Scent of Evil hellsbells11415 years 6 days ago
StoryGod's gift, devil's curse. Iamber.215 years 6 days ago
StoryAN ODE TO MINARETS seannelson115 years 6 days ago
StoryDirty Pint cariadmartin115 years 1 week ago
StoryOthello (Inspiration Point) MistakenMagic2815 years 1 week ago
StoryContrary Mary mikehammond8215 years 1 week ago
StoryFor the kisses you took and didn’t talk of span515 years 1 week ago
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Forum topicSelf publishing....some thoughts. chuck115 years 1 month ago
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Forum topicThe Lyrical Terrorist markbrown6616 years 11 months ago
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My stories

I'm Just Myself

I promised I would love you Till past the end of time But time is what you make of it That's written in the books of mine I said that I would follow...

Wasted Promises

I remember when we spoke of it death was close by that day, As if to emphasize his presence the clouds played ad infinitum Beethoven's fifth, turning...

Eternity (Between Dimensions)

Standing shivering on the naked eye-ball Of the Creator I am one with the emptiness. Barren is it here, as the womb of the woman after her fruitful...

I Can be the Man of the house.

I can be the Man of the House Greg walked proudly at the side of his friend trying to put the same swing in his steps, it was not easy but then he...

Children of the Lost Generation.

How war leaves it's mark on us.

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