Some bitter facts of life

By pkroutray on Tue, 15 Nov 2011

Some bitter facts of life P K Routray Man comes to the earth with empty hand, At the end with empty hand he has to leave this land. With limited life man runs after unlimited money,
Opinion
Poem
Certificate U

Loneliness

By Daniel Saint-John on Tue, 15 Nov 2011

The eye is wide open, spots a fat sun smiling. Sweet breeze through the crack in the window, infuses wellness to the morning air. She is gone by now,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

In Memory

By Richard L. Provencher on Tue, 15 Nov 2011

July 1st is for shouting flags
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

Benevolence, Georgia

By StJimmy on Tue, 15 Nov 2011

First horror story I've written in a while. Not meant to offend anyone with the content.
Horror
Story
Certificate 18

Forever Neverland

By Matthew_J_Barton on Mon, 14 Nov 2011

Philip Peterson thinks he is Peter Pan due to some mental damage, sounds innocent enough, doesn't it? When his wife refuses the role of Tiger Lily, Philip can't let her live.
Horror
Certificate 15

The Deepening Fog Pt.1

By theoriginalshaun on Mon, 14 Nov 2011

‘I cricked my head and held it to the sky. The clouds were made of branches, crooked and beautiful.’
Story
Certificate PG

After Hours - Chapter Two

By Bridget from New Brunswick on Mon, 14 Nov 2011

‘Close your eyes and pick a job.’ She put a pen in his hand. OK, humour her. Just this once. With a deep sigh Max brought the pen down onto the paper, and opened his eyes.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate 15

An Immortal

By Steve on Mon, 14 Nov 2011

"So I'm an immortal," asked Jason Lambert. "Yes, you are," responded the doctor. "I won't die if I get hit by a bullet." "No." "How about a nuclear explosion?"
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

Tightrope Walker

By theoriginalshaun on Mon, 14 Nov 2011

‘Everyone knew but would never admit it. The most praise she hoped to receive was the feared look in the housewife’s eyes as she hurries her children indoors.’
Story
Certificate PG

The Dissident and the Sun

By theoriginalshaun on Mon, 14 Nov 2011

‘The dissident stands muddied and tired. He walks the uneven path with straightened conviction. The traffic noise sings around him and he settles into his skin.’
Story
Certificate U

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