Cherry

The Singing Santa - Part 2 - A Craven Danger Mystery

By hudsonmoon on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

“Mr. Danger!” said Betty. “I got ya a job! And ya don’t gotta solve a thing. All ya gotta do is sing, just like ya do in the office when ya think no one’s listening.”
Humour
Story
Certificate U

Time flies on butterfly wings (Lyrics) (Deleted stories)

By well-wisher on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

1st Verse: There’s a miser making money; piling up his shining gold but his world is never sunny and his heart is always cold. There’s a world beyond his window
Nature
Other
Certificate U

Beautiful Music (A ragtime tune for Ukulele) (deleted stories)

By well-wisher on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

1st Verse: I was sitting on a sandy seashore beneath the shade of a cocoanut tree when I met a hula – honey; she sure showed a lotta Honolulu to me. She was a girl with a ukulele;
Unclassified
Other
Certificate U

action vowed

By delapruch on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

need we mention to mr. hope & change that action vowed isn’t a question of identifying & stigmatizing the “mentally ill,” as if they were all wielding guns? need we mention to
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate 18

disenchanted nakedness

By delapruch on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

though during you may very well let it all pass, directly afterwards, you do your best to forget the lies you had to tell when all the clothes were off,
Other Non-fiction
Certificate 18

waning affection

By delapruch on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

perhaps it was the amount of time that you waited to reciprocate, perhaps you spent too long thinking about it, perhaps you had other things on the table, perhaps you found yourself looking
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate 18

No Man an Island (IP)

By Rhiannonw on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

Media brilliant lifestyles flaunt, and peers tease and taunt, boast their jollity, popularity, and depress those feeling they have less, unaware those thrills illusory, elusive,
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)
Poem
Certificate U

Garden Gold

By TheDude1986 on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

As the heat of the day wore away at him, Allen became acutely aware of the jets of steam rising all around him. Waves of distortion clouded his vision, even as he dug at the ground, turning up earth.
Unclassified
Certificate 18

The box

By Steve Wordsmith on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

THE BOX
Humour
Story
Certificate 15

I RECOGNIZE YOU NOW

By moonphish on Tue, 18 Dec 2012

we're made from different recipes and nature stirs the pot the passion, fire and attitude will serve it nice and hot i felt a tug upon me and i now know what it meant i've never seen your face
Love
Certificate U

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