remain in play

By delapruch on Mon, 19 Dec 2011

as one “grows up” the hands of an environment accepted by most come at your neck gripping tight & digging those nails in, stealing your breath stealing your life stealing your ability to
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

FACTS TO MUSE

By pkroutray on Mon, 19 Dec 2011

Facts to muse P K Rputray In life people throw stones at your path a fact not unusual,, With those stones you can build a bridge or a wall.
Fantasy
Certificate U
Gold cherry

a Bradley Manning poem

By seannelson on Mon, 19 Dec 2011

small gay and elfish in wire-rim glasses, the world-wide earthquake sleeps naked in his cell shivering at the soft vengeance of the American military machine
Biography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

Inhale the silence

By Beeme on Sun, 18 Dec 2011

We wait together, I softly unfold your fingertips. You are gripping my hand hard, turning over the white edges of my palm into pages of speech, but I am secretly cherishing our silence.
Autobiography
Certificate 12

Knowing (2009)

Posted by celticman on Sun, 18 Dec 2011

Film 4: Knowing (2009) directed by Alex Proyas and starting Nicolas as Nicolas Cage. Does he ever play anyone else? Well, sometimes he’s an astrophysicist, and why does he have to be an astrophysicist? Well, he needs to be a character that asks his students about why we’re all here, what’s it all about and say things like did you know if it was a few degrees higher or lower, or if the gravitational pull of the sun, blah, blah, and back to what’s...

The lost children of the world.

By widdicombe81 on Sun, 18 Dec 2011

The sounds of their tiny little feet running down the hard wooden stairs, wakes you up with thuds echoing through the house like a heard of elephants.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

Cows Toungue.

By Anne Shirley on Sun, 18 Dec 2011

The children don’t like that meat. Crying, and spluttering that it is not right to eat that part of an animal. Eating cattle tongue has never seemed wrong to us before.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

My Mama Said.

By Anne Shirley on Sun, 18 Dec 2011

I don’t believe in right. My Mama always said there was no such thing. Only different shades of grey, she said. I love my Mama, but she was wrong about grey. There’s colours.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

It was a worm.

By Anne Shirley on Sun, 18 Dec 2011

It was a worm. I walked past. Didn’t stand on it. But I walked past. Well I would have moved it, but to touch that pulsating pink? It swelled, a sad tube on the concrete.
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

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