QueenElf
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Forum topic | the Prey by Queen elf | tcook | 6 | 18 years 9 months ago |
My stories
In Memory of my Mother.
Night enfolds the home with bated breath Death walks abroad no stranger here, And I alone in silent thought await The passing of a life I hold so dear There should be something that I need to say
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- 1089 reads
Crossing The Boundries.
She stirs and moans in her dream-tossed sleep, the tears long-dried on her swollen eyes. I lie beside her afraid to move, her arm lies heavy on my breast. How can I wake her to her world of pain, expose her heart to the storms of grief that wrack her body and soul, night by night?
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- 1563 reads
Autumn Gold.
Cruel November, empty November, the stone I sit on has lost its heat, An Indian summer, they said on the news, but the sun is sinking into Shadows cast along the riverbank and the leaves fall, burnt umber, sienna brown,
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- 1374 reads
My Cyber-Space Friend.
Talk about coincidence and think about that about fate, How I came to meet you When it was too late? If I'd never used the Internet, never joined a site, Would I still be half-empty? Knowing it wasn't right?
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Under The Archways
Visiting my Uncle Tom was always an occasion to remember. My earliest memories date back to when I suppose I was about four years old, I can only judge this on the fact that I was too young to get out and push the car. It was the back in the late 1950's when my dad proudly brought home a dilapidated piece of junk that passed as an Austin van. I remember my mother covering her face with her flowery pinny and vowing never to get inside that 'death-trap' as she called it. Some months later we all piled into the van, my mum, dad, my two sisters and my brother, (my younger brother wouldn't join the family yet for another two years.)
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- 1000 reads