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Papa Smurf Pays A Visit

By drew_gummerson on Sun, 11 Nov 2007

Yesterday I was sitting at my desk writing when I turned around and noticed Papa Smurf standing in the centre of the floor behind me.
Journal
Non-fiction
Certificate U

Remember, remember

By Ewan on Sun, 11 Nov 2007

The coats aren’t signal red now - or even khaki brown. It’s called disruptive pattern and blends with the background. Except for one day every year in desert, arid lands;
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

i reach for you

By swindonwoody on Sun, 11 Nov 2007

I reach for you Yes I do I touch your skin Yes I do I run my finger over your hair I put my hand close to your mouth And feel your a Oh your sleep so soft I wonder what you dream
Love
Certificate PG

A Twitter of Harps

By camilla on Sat, 10 Nov 2007

A Twitter of Harps Birds harpsinging can't call him all their notes are airborn trills to vacant sunlight he has been taken to the chill of ocean deeps by our Nannie with her cutty sark
Love
Poem
Certificate U

GTP-Chapter 5

By charmed14 on Sat, 10 Nov 2007

Carrie took the cab to a small, local diner. It was a quaint sort of place with a radio playing jazz in the corner and pictures of historical San Francisco eloquently hung on the walls.
Other Fiction
Certificate PG

GTP-Chapter 4

By charmed14 on Sat, 10 Nov 2007

Carrie could not believe what she had just heard. Someone had stolen a Steinway, one of the most expensive brands of grand piano ever made.
Other Fiction
Certificate PG

GTP-Chapter 3

By charmed14 on Sat, 10 Nov 2007

When she arrived back at her hotel, Carrie plopped on the luxurious queen-sized bed and contemplated the events that had occurred that morning. It was so bizarre.
Other Fiction
Certificate PG

GTP-Chapter 2

By charmed14 on Sat, 10 Nov 2007

Carrie followed the man out of the concert hall and out into the entry way. He turned to the left and led her through a series of hallways.
Other Fiction
Certificate PG

GTP-Chapter 1

By charmed14 on Sat, 10 Nov 2007

It was beautiful. It was unlike anything Carrie had ever seen. The stage at the front of the room was a massive wooden structure polished to perfection.
Other Fiction
Certificate PG

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