Autobiography

Cherry

Sitting Room

By harveyjoseph on Sat, 28 Nov 2009

Swirling wooden knots setting time Close to ripping like crepe paper outlines of boarded up tombs fastening kirby Grips held between teeth the coal Scuttle and poker sit beside her and
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

All of the...

By Ebony_and_Ivory on Sat, 28 Nov 2009

All of the noises that surround me confuse me. A multitude of languages and smells assault me. The woman across the train is shouting into her mobile phone in her language which pisses me off.
Autobiography
Other
Certificate U

Love is...

By Ebony_and_Ivory on Sat, 28 Nov 2009

Love is a word that rarely holds meaning. It doesn't exist, only a word that hurts people. If love existed then these feelings wouldn't be so difficult to explain.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U
Cherry

Scents

By Ebony_and_Ivory on Sat, 28 Nov 2009

I breathe in the smell Of clean laundry still Being washed. Its scent Reminding me of the Good Old Days, when Grandma would Cook dinner on Saturday afternoon And let us sit on the bench
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

One-Six

By angel-from-hell on Fri, 27 Nov 2009

convinced by envy powered with fear things are said but there just not clear a forming puzzle darkens my thoughts One thought Two thought Three thought BAD! Four thought Five thought
Autobiography
Story
Certificate 12

On Chronic Pain

By seannelson on Thu, 26 Nov 2009

I always forget how bad it is: the muscle tension, the screaming nerves, the fatigue, the looming nausea: worst of all, those head-aches inner lakes of fire And it is a sort of punishment:
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Rough and Tumble

By harveyjoseph on Thu, 26 Nov 2009

You were bald, as long as I knew you, even in the military photographs of Lagos. Thick rimmed glasses and stay-press trousers.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Playing the Field

By valiswaverider on Thu, 26 Nov 2009

At play in the fields of the Lord Draw a Feynman diagram when I get bored Just to get a plan To draw the attention span Just because my brain is dyslexic I know my mind is not anorexic
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

the call of the ocean

By valiswaverider on Wed, 25 Nov 2009

The heat haze rises from the Surf as the waves come rolling in, sheets of water rolling on to glowing white sand and leisurely rolling back out again. Nothing is hurried this morning on the beach.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

Moments

By harveyjoseph on Wed, 25 Nov 2009

I took a drive through the woods; an afterthought. And the trees... I mean the trees... It was so... Everything was gold. I kissed you by a subway streetlight; so unexpected.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Yes moanin! ..... (again)

By breather on Wed, 25 Nov 2009

Oh how I seem to be filled with deeply ingrained polarities.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

Picture This

By Silver Spun Sand on Tue, 24 Nov 2009

(edit) A rainy afternoon...flicking through an album
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Nearly human (again)

By Nick.A on Tue, 24 Nov 2009

Kernel Panic... Deactivate reception sensors. Insulate the core. Switch off external Stimuli. Protect lockdown centres. Initiate detection scan. Wipe infected sectors. Reapportion memory.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate PG
Cherry

Amnesia about my Grandma Dorothy

By seannelson on Tue, 24 Nov 2009

When I knew her, my grandma Dorothy was a truly remarkable story-teller.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U
Cherry

Benchmarking

By Norman Norton on Sun, 22 Nov 2009

He was so still. That was what made me notice him.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

Local Food

By johngammyleg on Sun, 22 Nov 2009

Do you share my values?
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U
Cherry

Roses on the Motel Bed

By berenerchamion on Sat, 21 Nov 2009

A poetic memoir of dirty southern abandonment and the allure of the road.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15

Banana split knees

By KarenHadj on Sat, 21 Nov 2009

On Windmill Hills, just behind the Borough Arms pub and at the entrance to the village there used to be a small park.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U
Cherry

First Christmas

By KarenHadj on Sat, 21 Nov 2009

Our first family Christmas in St Cuthbert's Village was probably the most memorable that we ever spent there. We had moved to the village in November 1974 and set about making this place our home.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Albert( in progress)

By lisey on Fri, 20 Nov 2009

Albert, such an old fashioned name. Shiny black hair greased back in waves comb in shirt pocket he took us swimming towelled us dry used too much talc told us to lie drove a cortina,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Dr.Johnson

By lisey on Fri, 20 Nov 2009

I was in pieces when I met you Shiny sharp fragments of glass with gentle hands patience and understanding you smoothed away the cutting edge held me up to the light
Autobiography
Certificate U

Lunchtime leftovers

By liplash on Fri, 20 Nov 2009

Tesco Value carrot stick parcels Sit in my fridge like judgemental delicate hearts
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

the writing game

By shoe on Fri, 20 Nov 2009

To be a newbie at ABC...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Remembrances of Sweden

By seannelson on Fri, 20 Nov 2009

As a young and poor man, my grandfather George Sigfred Nelson left Sweden for the U.S.A.... I believe as a stowaway on a coal ship.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

My sisters

By SugarHorse on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

Democracy? An equal say? Oh, my sisters You do make me laugh So was I always going to leave? OK, that’s alright But you lied to me You heard what was said, but you still lied Thank you
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate PG

How can I write down my problems...

By SugarHorse on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

How can I write down my problems Without sounding like I just want attention? I don’t want attention So why am I writing this? Should you choose to read this It is not me asking for attention
Autobiography
Certificate U
Cherry

Fugitive

By ralph on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

Down the hill, tea time darkness. Headphones in. eyes down.
Autobiography
Certificate U

Attention Seeker

By CASPER7 on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

Why do you pull an eight ton bus with your hair
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 12

Bonfire Night. Israel 1978. Part One

By Soulman on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

http://www.abctales.com/files/BonfireNightPartOne.txt
Autobiography
Biography
Certificate PG

Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen

By Soulman on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

http://www.abctales.com/files/Wd0000005.txt
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

There's something about the railway

By mcmanaman on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

the crackle of old radio the smell of a dusty book
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
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Cherry

Knock-a-door-run

By mcmanaman on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

We used to ring on doorbells then run away.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Glastonbury: Avalon of the Heart pt 11

By breather on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

I wandered around out side of the tower, in fact I circled the tower, feeling that if i kept moving I would be ok. Where was Brian?
Autobiography
Certificate U

.Glastonbury: Avalon of the Heart. pt1

By breather on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

What a time we all had......
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate 15

On China and Pinot Grigio

By seannelson on Thu, 19 Nov 2009

(This rant came out of a casual conversation on Chinese culture, on Facebook; most of my best writing is actually done on social internet sites for a purely personal audience LOL)
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

Writers blocked brain drain.

By breather on Wed, 18 Nov 2009

The dreaded brain drain blockage!
Autobiography
Story
Certificate PG
Cherry

The Dragon that Came to School

By misha on Wed, 18 Nov 2009

Children Radio Prize Entry
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U
Gold cherry

Grace

By bosch on Wed, 18 Nov 2009

poem
Autobiography
Certificate U
Cherry

Seven Haikus

By h jenkins on Wed, 18 Nov 2009

These Haikus are personal comments about a detective novel I once wrote. Don't worry if you don't get it. I didn't either.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

My Grandma Dorothy Genevieve Nelson

By seannelson on Wed, 18 Nov 2009

In a sense, we only know people by what and how they are to us, and to me: my Grandma Dorothy was kind, civilized, and compassionate She took her tea often on a tiny cup
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

What's in it for me?

By johngammyleg on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

Who cares?
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 18

She thinks about light bulbs

By span on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

Her long term memory is a bit of lead piping, one that you can protractor along to the point, to the pivot of the day shifting from am to pm. She dreams she swims underwater saying things,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

Vincent

By ellydawn on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

I looked into the future and I lost the present Ghosts appeared and I stepped amongst them I loved too much, too hard, too long, too strong It would never be enough: neither metric nor imperial
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Haiku: while waiting for you in the rain

By SugarHorse on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

Hurry up, slow Will I'm waiting impatiently Where the Hell are you?
Autobiography
Certificate U
Cherry

There

By Ebony_and_Ivory on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

This is an imitation poem of Paul Monnete's poem "Here" written about his partner who died of AIDS.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

What You've Done

By Ebony_and_Ivory on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

Fear hits my heart as the burn hits my throat. You are a ghost of my past which revisits to haunt. Try as I might, you’re scent stays with me, Nauseating me to the core.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

The Secret Spot

By Ebony_and_Ivory on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

The home from home, My wooden shack, Full of spiders, broken plastic and webs. The plastic windows moved in the panes, As the wind howled around it. The woodchip reminds me of Christmas,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Polly Poo Pants

By Bernadette on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

Children's Radio Prize Entry
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

Seductions Scandals’

By Everhart on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

Shatter glass sinners unfold Pushing madness lifted thrones ’Unclaimed contentment
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Literary Shat

By seannelson on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

Tonight, I am ready for poetry I am ready for philosophy; I am ready for deep truth or artful metaphors or even light and clever story-telling
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Heart In Chains

By Evan.T.Dearhart on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

>once my heart was on my sleeve, >free to give and take, >so I locked it up, >and lost my key.
Autobiography
Certificate U

The Certainty Principle

By Nick.A on Tue, 17 Nov 2009

A world of possibilities, a universe of chance, Nothing anywhere until you look at it, Measure it, fix it, glue it to the warping rubber sheet. Together we build the world around us,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

All This

By chelseyflood on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

I’d plucked the biggest carrot either of us had ever seen, was skipping with it in my hand swinging from its leaves like a child swings a favourite doll, by its hair.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

Oregon Coast Haiku

By seannelson on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

Bought 4 crab on the bayou from a bearded fisherman: wild light in his eyes Shopping for spices in the dull super-market: on the beach the great red sun sank Pinot Noir in hand
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Leaving Nothing Behind

By Everhart on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

I’m like a used cleaning rag beaten Down and torn, my heat harden from the storm, Like a beggar hungry and cold,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Flying High,

By Everhart on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

Whiskey, sours, Tequila, sunrise, Vodka, crown royal, Oh what a mix,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 12

The Comma

By h jenkins on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

Oscar Wilde once wrote, "I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

“Science Facts: Whale Mothers Contact”

By mulekick on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

Somewhere in the protective bays of Canada & Alaska, whale mothers have been making contact. And this is odd for two reasons: One, because this is the time of year
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

“Science Facts: GIANT JELLYFISH INVADE JAPAN!!!”

By mulekick on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

Where something enormous is always crashing through the most polite transactions on the planet, Sheets the size of sheets are converging in
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

The Nuns of Shwedagon

By scanners on Mon, 16 Nov 2009

The Nuns of Shwedagon A clipping: from Shwedagon pagoda young Buddhist nuns file past the camera out into the heat and chaos of Rangoon. Their robes are palest coral and deep amber;
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U