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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 4 hours ago
Forum topicAny advice greatly appreciated! Anonymous2315 years 1 day ago
StoryA baker falls over mcmanaman115 years 2 days ago
StoryWhat If? wandelaar315 years 2 days ago
StoryThe Scent of Evil hellsbells11415 years 3 days ago
StoryGod's gift, devil's curse. Iamber.215 years 4 days ago
StoryAN ODE TO MINARETS seannelson115 years 4 days ago
StoryDirty Pint cariadmartin115 years 5 days ago
StoryOthello (Inspiration Point) MistakenMagic2815 years 5 days ago
StoryContrary Mary mikehammond8215 years 5 days ago
StoryFor the kisses you took and didn’t talk of span515 years 5 days ago
StoryOverlooked andrew-evans215 years 1 week ago
StorySilence and the otter Catriona W215 years 1 week ago
StorySchrödinger’s Cat steve-r615 years 1 week ago
Forum topicSelf publishing....some thoughts. chuck115 years 1 month ago
Forum topicLife on the estate poetjude1216 years 9 months ago
Forum topicThe Lyrical Terrorist markbrown6616 years 11 months ago
Forum topicChimps are smarter jrc616 years 12 months ago
Forum topicShould we give aid to a country that kowtows to thugs? camilla1516 years 12 months ago
Forum topichappy slapping ely_whitley3918 years 11 months ago

My stories

Gifts of Nature

Their old moss covered trunks Stand soft and still in the darkness A whisper calls and echo's through their leaves They bow and seemingly touch each...

Allegory...the Monster

All the sheep looked just the same Their fleece had the very same tint The same touch, the same scent Each one was precise his brother Then in the...

Imagine...a few years hence

Look at them growling and barking Spit flying from their jaws There're eating truly as beasts Releasing their wind into the Putrid air behind them...

Summer Then

Remembering how it used

Etna

The mountain blushes Who moans and groans within him? He spits rocks and fire.

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