The Stone Princess – Part 2

By well-wisher on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

For many sunny days and starry nights the squire rode, over steep green hills and rushing silver
Children's
Story
Certificate 12
Cherry

The Stone Princess – Part 1

By well-wisher on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

Many bright, silvery moons ago, in a pretty garden far away there was a stone statue of a beautiful princess. No statue carved by mortal hands was ever as lovely as that stone maiden.
Children's
Story
Certificate 12

Muddy Waters

By Richard L. Provencher on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

waist slimmer than a toothpick and feet as row boats. She could even see mud in the mirror
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

Me

By divyjyoti sharma on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

I'm a human, with human emotions. As expected, i'm a target of situations. I don't know how to react certain times. and it's nobody's fault neither yours nor mine. At times, i'm cruel.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

THE OLD FOX AND ME

By Linda Wigzell Cress on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

Goodbye old friend!
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

About Mr. Brown

By masontrc on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

Two college graduates plot to kill their abuser.
Unclassified
Story
Certificate 15

Evening primrose…

By Mark Heathcote on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

Happy the hour, between Night and death The pause, taken: Too a single living, breath... Here I’ll open my breast Upon a moths, calling… Like an evening primrose.
Spiritual
Certificate U

accusing the war criminal

By delapruch on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

when the “dignitary,” the president or the lesser puppet stands down from their post to “write” their book & blab on the lecture circuit, those who remember the bloodshed
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, GAZA

By delapruch on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

will the Palestinian children of Gaza who get sicker by the day from drinking the polluted water (caused by the Israeli government’s Operation Cast Lead 2008-2009
Other Non-fiction
Certificate U

pick up the torch

By delapruch on Sat, 16 Jun 2012

had Julian been even a sparkle in his mom’s eyes when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451, one might have witness the light being passed straight from one hand to the next---
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

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