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Footsteps

Poem on winter

Bounty

Prize for newcomer.

Imagture

This is a very short tale about a person who finds out that he can transform his thoughts into paintings by just imagining them.

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Thank God there's some place I can go to write. It ocurred to me just now, looking in the mirror, that I have spent most of my life victimized to the...

Six And Out

A Winter's Tale competition entry

How Egyptian Writing Came to Be

A simple country boy in ancient Egypt helps a young princess write letters to her lover using a secret code. It eventually leads to the creation of Egyptian writing

Artificial Ice Age

A Winter's Tale Competition Entry

winter

a winters tale competition entry
Cherry

How to Die

Turn off the television Pull closed the curtains Let their fabric touch Make the lights low Go ahead, run a bath And select a sharp razor Now it...

How Egyptian Writing Came to Be

In Egypt the children of the palace used a secret code to convey messages and evetually become the official method of writing

an ode to Id

Let's crack our skulls against the master computer, (make a mushroom cloud omelette for the hungry,) uncage all of the sexual predators, create a God...

How the Chinese learned to Write

Children wonder how people learned to write . This is the 1st of a very imaginative set of stories of how different writing could have evolved. The first is about how the Chinese thought of writing. In this story it is a very clever girl and her family who think of communicating by drawing symbolic pictures which eventually became writing

Ramblings

Ramblings I'm board out of my mind, If I had a mind to be board out of It would be faithful like a dog On a camping trip, In the snow, With a cabin,...

January Memory

A poem about the moment before death, loss and the memory of both that haunts sleep.
Cherry

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Sleep Jumping

cells

prison

the girl in the fun fair

she has no name no one knows her if you stay late your see her not catching her face but her pale blue dress as she runs in between the rides. you see her long blonde hair and smell her perfume you see flash backs of your child hood your in the fun fair your vision turns red and you hear screams then silence sinister silence. you drop your drink and run for the exit its locked you shake it but it makes no use. you turn around,shes there the girl from the the fun fair blood dripping from her hands. what has she got in her hands? she close now theres blood pouring from her fore head you see whats in her hand a knife ..you scream ...the end

The Caretaker

2000 years ago a visitor left an amulet on a Suffolk beach. Now he returns to claim it
Cherry

chapter 1

bad plot, badly written

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