Mr Brown

I've been reading Niki72's 'We'll Be Happy etc.' http://www.abctales.com/story/niki72/chapter-nine-perhaps-love-and-sex-l... try it; it's much better than this poem.

The Street

The street is quiet now, Only paper and straw hurry along, Coaxed by the lonely wind, Rotten fruit, rabbit skins and stale fish Make macabre friendships in the wet curb,

Reflection on Sunset Cliffs, San Diego

I tend to make metaphors out of everyday objects and LIFE (because life itself is an everyday object).

Accidents with Permanence

Sharpies are permanent, but what people forget is that crayons are, too.

Becoming a Woman

A 16-year old the figuring out the difference between a woman and a lady

Chapter 1 - Morning.

heyy guys im really trying to improve my writting so could you leave some tips. and yes, i know im really bad.

Louise, Naked in the Woods

Louise eased her hands back down inside my pants and smiled at me. "Are you sure it's all right to do this here?" she said. "Oh, yes," I answered as her hands began to move, slowly.

Teacher Man

Tribute to Frank McCourt (Angela's Ashes, Tis and Teacher Man) Teacher and author. He came, he learned, he taught, he left! Died 19th July 2009

JUST A PAL story

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, here he is. Jeremy…Jeremy Wilson." The Children's Aid Worker looks around the room, smiling her approval.

I AM THE SPOON poem

Sometimes I want to go to a fish market and disappear among the scales

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