Sun in Roundabout Sorrow

By Richard L. Provencher on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

and now she’s gone away. I see her now and then hair orange and blond and-- sorry these eyes of mine like a waterfall
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

an American poem by an Untermensch

By seannelson on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

The princess is deformed and the steppenwolves conformed... pioneer ghosts wander the sprawling mechanic farms: their descendants dwell in skyscrapers and some mole peoples
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Fun in the Sun chapter 16

By greecegal on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Sandra laughed. "Yeah, it really looked like you were friends," she said sarcastically. "Do you always get so carried away with your friends Nick?"
Romance
Certificate PG

Jakes Dilemma ( Part 12)

By jolono on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Jake comes to, but it's not what he expected!
Other Fiction
Certificate U

Christine

By Geoffrey on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Some time ago you told me that You’d kept everything I gave yer Whatever else you might have done This is strange behaviour You’ve got a boat, there’s a bridge you made
Humour
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

Things I Miss About Living With My Mother

By harrietmacmillan on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

There are things she'll never now know. Not important, Just the incidentals. Like items of clothing she will never see. Before, every article clearly kept in the catalogue of her head,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Not One For Sentimental Endings

By Jack Canada on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Gone gone gone, gone To find herself she said. I didn't know that she was lost. I was too content to see the signposts passing bye. A farewell letter handwritten in her florished script,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Tiny Twitter Tales I P

By Denzella on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Can't think of one!
Humour
Story
Certificate 15

Morning After 5

By Steve on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Jay Lee worked in the law office for six hours without taking any kind of break.
Drama
Story
Certificate 15

Married life

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Mr—you can kiss me if or when I ask. But do not sir not ever before Mr—you may touch me a little if I grasp But don’t ask what I’m looking for? It might just be a senator or a signor.
Humour
Poem
Certificate U

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