disembodied

By Alice Evermore on Tue, 27 Dec 2011

the dream within the dream the day within the day each place contained a room within a room * some rooms were filled with things presumed to be forgotten
Autobiography
Certificate U

Month of August

By Norm_Clifford on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

A short story of a first real love.
Love
Other
Certificate U

Mistletoe wishes

By alphadog1 on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

Above its timely echo, gives a rush of blood to the head; I feel my breath quickening as our eyes meet. Our lips... touch... To then discreetly pass... leaving a moment... well hung,
Erotica
Poem
Certificate 18

CHOICE OF FAITH

By Miss Polly on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

I really am lost in the wilderness of frustration and so angry for the waste of two lives. You and I bring such tenderness and joy to each other, complimented by reality beyond measure.
Romance
Non-fiction
Certificate 15
Cherry

The Fragility of Porcelain

By Silver Spun Sand on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

“So, what was she like? Your first wife?” I ask him.
Love
Poem
Certificate PG

ORANGE FUTURE

By Miss Polly on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

I love you in my mornings I love you in my day I love your DI not Y but ME skills in each and every way I love you in my every thought I love you in my night
Romance
Poem
Certificate 15

THE ALIEN IN THE LIBRARY

By Linda Wigzell Cress on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

Things are not always what they seem....
Science fiction
Poem
Certificate U

‘TWO HUNDRED NOT OUT’

By Richard Latimer on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

Black shoes/Prawn sandwich competition.
Unclassified
Story
Certificate 15

Star Trek (2009).

Posted by celticman on Mon, 26 Dec 2011

Star Trek has got a bit like Star Wars trading on nostagia rather than storyline, but the former goes back further and was there at the start of the telly universe. Star Trek (2009) I grew up with Star Trek. It was one of the highlights of my week, which just goes to show what kind of deprived childhood I had. An extra edge was given to it by knowing or not knowing whether we would be able to watch it. My brothers and sisters weren’t as addicted...

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