INVESTITURE poem

By Richard L. Provencher on Mon, 02 Jun 2008

Having your son invested as a Cub is a special affair. I remember the experience when it was my turn. Now, it's his.
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

In this square

By mcmanaman on Mon, 02 Jun 2008

Wall three. Wind-chimes.
Miscellaneous
Certificate U
Cherry

From his bed in the capital city

By mcmanaman on Mon, 02 Jun 2008

the old lady who was in the local newspaper after biting the arm of her mugger.
Miscellaneous
Certificate U
Cherry

From his bed in the capital city

By span on Sun, 01 Jun 2008

Borrowed title from David Berman king of poems. From his bed in the capital city we are driving home to Norwich. The windscreen wipers metronome march
Autobiography
Certificate U

RS02 - The Accident

By blaster219 on Sun, 01 Jun 2008

It had been nearly four years since his parents had been killed, murdered by his then 17-year-old brother Mark. Ryan had been left for dead, his throat cut and soaked in petrol as his older brother torched the family home.
Horror
Story
Certificate 15

In Regent's Park

By poetjude on Sun, 01 Jun 2008

In the café, in a well-groomed park endless skies attract glances; percussionists with teaspoons drum in your mantra “God willing… one day at a time”.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Anti War Music Festival ( Peace Movement Chapter 4 )

By Kurt Rellians on Sun, 01 Jun 2008

Many believe that nonviolence and patience will heal the world of its wounds, that dictatorships will stand down and wither away as a new trust ends the divides of fear.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate 12

Misplaced Vengeance

By aimeewilkinson on Sun, 01 Jun 2008

The strobe light pulses in the club. Drum and bass beats roll against the air in waves, vibrate through every molecule in his body.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

Thearpy

By aimeewilkinson on Sun, 01 Jun 2008

Therapy Let me introduce you to John.
Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

Santa's Cookies

By aimeewilkinson on Sun, 01 Jun 2008

The doll seemed to mirror Molly’s features, the same long brown hair and rosy cheeks. Without thought, Harry’s fingers began to stroke the doll’s legs slowly, as he had done so to Molly earlier.
Story
Certificate 15

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