Yemassee

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StoryBubbles' Proof Of Existence Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
StoryAriel Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
StoryAntediluvian (Debits and Credits) Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
StoryA Poem of Modest Intent Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
StoryA New Man Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
CollectionPoetry Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
CollectionGeneral Fiction Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
CollectionHumor Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
CollectionSatire Yemassee011 years 6 months ago
StoryMeet me in the meadow Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryLove Does Not Have Eyes Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryTwo Writers (A Sketch) Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Brush With Culture Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryTo Conquer The World Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Two Peas Of Shady Pines Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryFathers and Daughters Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryEmily D 569 (A poem in search of a reader) Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryFootfalls Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryDooleyism Yemassee011 years 8 months ago
StoryFather Time Yemassee011 years 8 months ago

My stories

Meet me in the meadow

By Yemassee on Sun, 22 Mar 2009

Meet me in the meadow where once we played, and saw the grass with different eyes, But which I now admit is green, always was green. and always will be.
Love
Poem
Certificate U

Love Does Not Have Eyes

By Yemassee on Tue, 27 Jan 2009

"I want to prove to you that love does not have eyes -- that while on the surface society adores youth and beauty, beneath such superficiality, romance is blind."
Love
Story
Certificate U

Two Writers (A Sketch)

By Yemassee on Fri, 16 Jan 2009

Friendship cast a long shadow that spanned across the pages of fiction, penetrating the secret truths of two writers who shared the intimacy of words.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

My Brush With Culture

By Yemassee on Sat, 27 Jan 2007

The giant slinky moved about the stage and the audience clapped at regular intervals, and a well-dressed lady next to me politely shouted, "Bravo!" but, whatever its purpose, it was all lost on me.
Humour
Story
Certificate U

Fathers and Daughters

By Yemassee on Sat, 27 Jan 2007

One cup of coffee that is all he wanted, just one cup before he went back into his bedroom, grabbed the loaded revolver under his bed and blew his brains out. It seemed like a simple enough request...God had never been kind...all he wanted was a damned cup of joe.
Humour
Certificate PG

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