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The Mill

By 1066eckythump on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

The Mill The tap of clogs on cobblestones, Echo through the misty morn, Ragged skirts rustle around stocking-less legs, Shuffling to work at day's dawn, Loom awaits, shuttles clatter out, Their hunger for deftness of hand,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

I want to run

By 1066eckythump on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

I want to run Just one more time, To see how it feels, Un-harnessed from my cane, Shops and houses passing at speed, The feel of the wind, Through my remaining hair. I want to run, Use my trainers,
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

A FUTILE DEVICE

By lagardera on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

Clocks do not serve but to adorn. Who needs them? Everybody has, at least, one:some in their left wrist, others in their right one or in their cell phones but coverall, we all have one in the deeply corner of our brains, where the conscience rests after killing.
Journal
Story
Certificate 12

Dedication to ABCtales.com

By minikaren on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

A lonely soul with festering mind while ABC allowed the time, to take from me my petty scribbles and turn my nuggets into nibbles, to feed...the lonely souls with festering mind while ABC allows the time,
Journal
Certificate U

CROSSING THE VOID

By Kathy Bury on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

She shimmered and dissolved into a cloud of fluorescent particles, her anger affecting her ability to control Substance
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate PG

Self-Storage

By Yutka on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

I have a cold store for my feelings the unbearably painful ones colour coded in red, packed in ice, and kept in the deep freeze for the time being to retain my sanity. I froze the amber coloured ones, ,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

RETRIBUTION

By Kathy Bury on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

His eyes are open and milky in death, but there is still a beseeching quality as they are directed toward his outstretched hands. Blood has congealed at the back of his head, a trickle, frozen in time, down the side of his face. A strong handsome face, of a middle aged man. Dressed for the outdoors, strong boots, all weather clothing.
Crime
Story
Certificate PG

Answered Prayers

By bobbiego on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

How dare he take away my nightly conversations with God?
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate 15

YOU AND ME

By Yutka on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

You and me, we both are born tight-rope walkers balancing the act of living precariously. We are trained to look upwards towards the blue sky and the airiness of being. One glance downwards could annihilate and
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

You have come through

By Yutka on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

You have come through, even the happiness you have surpassed, somehow, unsure. The tests were many. You could only guess their outcome, anxiously endure uncertainty. Nobody passed, for who can deal
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

INVISIBLE TRACE

By lagardera on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

her voice was heard clear and unequivocal: - go to the hell...our relationshp is over.It's finish! Certain words...
Love
Certificate 15
Cherry

Emily Dickinson Attends a Poetry Slam

By richhanson on Sun, 18 Sep 2005

Max Hinterland had just finished reading his scatalogical magnus opus "Ode to a Grecian Urinal" to a roomful of applause, raucous cheers and two scores of "10" and a "9 and a half" when a demure-looking thin-faced woman, her hair tied back in a bun, hesitantly stepped up to the podium.
Other Fiction
Certificate 18

Tangled in You

By minikaren on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

The smiles to entice The poems were to woo I was wrapped in you.
Love
Poem
Certificate U

A Royal Ring Up

By shoebox on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

Humans didn't invent sex, mum. One must deal with it as best as one can.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate PG

September 5th 2005

By minikaren on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

Sitting up in a hospital bed, throbbing with pain, my brain felt a bit numb. Blood contined to trickle from my nose and my throat was so dry it felt like a bit of it scratched away each time I swallowed. I could see my eyelids through blurred eyes...they couldn't close. Not much to do in hospital....not much to do except think.
Journal
Story
Certificate U

The First Time We Kissed

By will2 on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

I had by now undid Jacqueline's jeans and they dropped to the floor. There were followed by her panties, white, damp, and as I pulled them down, I could smell her sex, her scent of desire to consume me completely. And still...we hadn't kissed.
Erotica
Story
Certificate 18

Her Man

By will2 on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

with this hardman, drinker by her side, as the mist rolls along, the tongue of the Clyde, she can still smell the beer on his breath, the whisky in his kiss.
Love
Certificate U

X-PRESSING FEELING NEGLECTED

By alp on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

"You don't spend time with me like you used to."
Other Fiction
Other
Certificate PG

The pit of despair

By minikaren on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

Stick your hand down my throat and pull out the black lump of poison clogging up my moods.
Journal
Poem
Certificate U

The Camcorder

By 77punk on Sat, 17 Sep 2005

Suddenly, I was jolted out of my day dreams by a strange mechanical noise. It took me some time to figure out what it was - Louise's camcorder. She didn´t use it very often but kept it on a tripod in the living room and for some reason, it had switched itself on. I went over to investigate but couldn´t turn it off and none of the buttons were working so, in desperation, I took the battery off. When I put it back on, it seemed to be working normally. It was quite strange and a little bit creepy. Being of an inquisitive nature, I decided to have a peep at the tape and played it through the video. At the beginning was Louise, her young nephew and her friend Liam on a day out at the zoo - a visit I knew she had made only the day before. The film ended abruptly as something had been taped over the end and as its contents unfolded before my eyes, I wretched before running to the toilet to be sick.
Horror
Story
Certificate 18

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