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Ossessione

By gallenga on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

Luchino Visconti, Aristocrat and Marxist, became interested in film-making when Coco Chanel introduced him to Renoir. His first feature, Ossessione, going by the working title of Palude, was adapted from James M. Cain's novel The Postman Always Rings Twice. The film, accompanied by a powerful and tense music score, was made in 1942 war-torn Italy and immediately banned by the Fascist dictatorship.
Reviews
Non-fiction
Certificate U

Notes from Perugia

By gallenga on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

Sprawled on the steps of Perugia's Cattedrale San Lorenzo, the city's Dome completed in 1490, I sense a visual and audible disturbance making its way down the main thoroughfare, Corso Vannucci, linking the Dome and the Fontana Maggiore to Piazza Italia where tourists and lovers alike take in the magnificent bella vista of the lush green Umbrian hills.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

Biting Roo

By gallenga on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

'What the hell is that?' Then it came back to her, and Roo cursed herself. 'I can't go home like this. He'll kill me. Goodnight Roo!' She was right. He would kill her.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate 18

Iris

By gallenga on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

The shrill sting of the telephone raises Katherine from an otherwise deep and perfect slumber. She sits up, her hands clutching her lower limbs. There is only one receiver in the house, cemented to the kitchen wall. The iced tiles will burn her and the phone is sure to ring off as she arrives, her whole night's rest ruined. While he sleeps peacefully on.
Miscellaneous
Certificate 15

STORY ::: THE JOURNEY

By dibsonline on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

The Journey David was a rich Indo-Australian adventurer . He had engineered a very famous and dare-devil jailbreak in the Indian subcontinent and then left the country fooling the government and its security system .
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U
Cherry

Magdalene

By Gilbert on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

Mary entered like a silken paraclete and spoke in tongues (Comment allez-vous?) with lips as red as early apples. While music burned and night bled into day her eyes said I have my pride
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Domestic

By Gilbert on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

Silence is an object here; Adamant. Sharp. Hard as diamond. Absorbing faint emotions where
Autobiography
Certificate U
Cherry

A Birthday Ode To Jon Stone

By rokkitnite on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

Happy Birthday Jon! I'm posting this ode to Mr Stone a day early so fans have a chance to drink it in and flag it before the big day. Oooh - he'll be so thrilled!
Erotica
Story
Certificate U

Fate Twisted

By Ghost Coyote on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

With the day they slowly turn. Come the night they slowly burn. With the day their souls at stake. Come the morning they shall never wake.
Miscellaneous
Certificate PG

Fearful

By Ghost Coyote on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

I was the one afraid, Of things that walked the night. With an overactive imagination, I feared to sleep at night.
Miscellaneous
Certificate PG

You Never Knew Me

By Ghost Coyote on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

Do you know me? You think you do. But you never did.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

f l a s h

By stany-write on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

A flash this moment is that goes before it's come replaced so quick by new one- it only keeps me go.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Have you ever seen a dream...

By my silent undoing on Fri, 06 Jan 2006

Have you ever seen a dream walking? Well I have.
Autobiography
Certificate U
Cherry

In English

By purplehaze on Thu, 05 Jan 2006

I stop, breathe and remember his eyes. Those ice blue wolf eyes. Full of life. The joy of life. The mystery of life. In that moment, as he leaned over, tapped the top of my book and asked me, "Tell me, what is it like in English?
Other Fiction
Certificate U

Even more pointless.

By my silent undoing on Thu, 05 Jan 2006

I sit in the cafe of Littlewoods, my eyes closed. Customer-satisfaction, no falsyfing dream Between my aching-head and uncomfortable seat: Or in drunken stupor simply relish all that I eat.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Short, to the point, and very pointless.

By my silent undoing on Thu, 05 Jan 2006

My manners are tearing off shreds Of Styrofoam from cups In dead-beat diners, leaving them All in neat little piles.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

The Wail

By my silent undoing on Thu, 05 Jan 2006

The wail was there when he Woke up that morning.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15

The Wedding Dress

By jimmym2 on Thu, 05 Jan 2006

Once brightly sequinned reams of lace, and pretty ribbons tied, Wrenched apart with promises, that all too often lied.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

While I am waiting

By Yutka on Thu, 05 Jan 2006

"some people try hard to love my poems"
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

Prisoner X

By daron316 on Thu, 05 Jan 2006

Spy/Agent John Henson's wartime priciples are dramatically altered during a botched mission. With a newly cleansed perspective he must choose where he stands in a devestating conflict that has ravaged the earth for a hundred years. Would love to know what you think
Science fiction
Story
Certificate U

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