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Hero

For too long I thought myself the hero Through every compromise I imagined justification They can’t all be wins Even good needs to walk this line...

Secrets: beginning

Once upon a time in a powerful kingdom filled with magic and mythical creatures and hidden from by an invisible force in a mountain there lived a...

Stalker Love Story, Part Two: Cardboard Heart

Sunday afternoons always moved a bit slower than the other days. It was the only day of the week when Arthur didn’t do much. He would sit, watch...

Chapter 16 Conquest of Chimera

Chapter 16 Conquest of Chimera Upon returning to the ship, Kia fluttered down toward the Captain. He looked up smiled, then looked away. Kian seeing...
Cherry

Smells like the rain

When I love you it smells like the rain hitting a hot pavement in May. It hurts not like caterpillars breaking their toes but because I can't stroke...

Spring unsprung

If April is the cruelest month what title fits for March? The rains have soaked the struggling sun, the winds have blown the arch. The hopeful seeds...

word play

diddle daddle hoop floss and gloss this beam inside upside downside off splishing a little stream

Secrets

Malia has lived most of her life as a farm girl. After being "betrayed" by the ones she thought she loved, although she would not exactly called it a betrayal since that was what they were paid to do in the first place,she finds a new family, meets new friends(both human and mythical creatures),allies and enemies.

A Short Climb

I’m not very good at being in groups, except at the edge, looking out or in. A cousin’s wedding had returned me to a place almost outside my memory...
Cherry
Poem of the week

Last Request

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EBOLOWA 6

6 Chicago, Wednesday Candace had retched twice jogging on the shore and looked round to make sure no one had seen her, but at least she was beginning...
Cherry

"Get Ready To Play. It's..." ( Poetry Monthly)

Snotty nosed kid, with sodden nappy and a bowl of Rice Krispies, sits inches from wonder. A smile appears, when it’s THAT time. He tells no time, but...
Cherry
Poem of the week

Chinook (Poetry Monthly)

In the quiet stillness at the end of the school day real life creeps in, a merest echo in cool corridors the shadow of a signature across a dusty...
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Cherry

Trip from Trinidad - 8 More on Mairi and the War

I have decided to tell you the rest of the story about Mairi in the war, because I find it so exciting to write about. Much has been written about it...

Because of You

The silent self harm of believing lies. I thought I was happy but I was dying inside. Slowly, slowly You rip me open, Knowing that I can't tell. I'm...
Cherry

The Corporeal Compendium

You are asleep, dreaming about the pulsating powers in the dark. Light forces it’s way between your eyelids and crawls up into your head. The dreams...
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Cherry

'You've Been Framed!' (Poetry Monthly)

Pigeons potter in puddles; in the road, an old man with a stick brings the traffic to a standstill... Bankside – Tate Modern.

Poor Whip-poor-will* (Song)

1. Whip-poor-will sitting in a sycamore tree; in the still of the night, hear your melody; a song filled with a kind of melancholy. Whip-poor-will,...

Embers

Here is my first attempt at suspense and thriller. Embers David can smell damp death in the air. From the porch of his three-story mansion, he can...

London 2005

We were waiting on the top deck Too many people had got on A woman had entered using the wrong door The driver was angry The woman was angry She...

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