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Have We Written Too Much?

Have We Written Too Much? We wrote stories to sell as paperbacks, hardbacks and short stories. Then the movies, crime dramas, science fiction,...

The train

A million tears she sheds every night , A trillion thoughts swirl in her head "anxiety at its best " she thought to herself , Fear of being hurt ,...
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Lenin on Loons

Three times I blink. I’m in my old high school, sitting on a cream couch in the Assembly Hall that bisects block B and block C. Somebody blares Marc...

Firstnet

Even though he was on time, he still hurried as though he was late, worried that for once, his train might leave early. He always seemed to be...

Abused

I think its important for me to share this because its a bad thing to experience about. And while I'm writing this, I feel its a therapy for my heart...

Alone

Alone He sits beside the window in the coffee shop He watches the people go by wondering He wonders what are they thinking or saying or feeling His...

Until Next Year

Voices echoed in the hallway.....

La Bomba

A piece of very strange writing. Hope you enjoy!

She

She was a star at dawn, a flower's first bloom in spring, a newborn puppy. She knew only of what it was to be happy, generous, lovely. Her heart was...

How To Keep Life Real

We construct lives of fantasy around us. I write a long story about a better life, a place I would like to live in, where people are really free and...