The Great Christmas (1914)

By threeleafshamrock on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

For a moment on Christmas day, let us remember...
Historical Fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Everyone knows fairies can't fly 8/9

By Geoffrey on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

Before Lieutenant Moonshine could think of shouting at all of them to return to work, the air was full of fairies trying to remember the way they used to fly when they were young children.
Children's
Certificate U

End of 'The Killing'.

Posted by celticman on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

The end of ‘The Killing 2’. The original Killing was a mammoth investement in time. The Killing 2 is about half that, or is it, I just can’t remember? Anyway, in both series somebody gets killed. I suppose that’s axiomatic, whatever that means. But in the Killing 2 people get killed more regularly. There is not the same depth and it wanders away from Denmark and out to Afghanistan, as if it’s run out of ideas and a trip abroad might just be the...

Criminal (Scrapped):

By Savx on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

This is a short chapter one; I'm planning on adding to it later. I'm just hoping to get some feedback on it, just to see what other people think so far.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

More praise for the homeward Sun

By well-wisher on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

First, bright flaxen lashes, then the opened eye of sun, like loud cymbal crashes, flashes o’er the horizon. Bright as inspiration, it touches blank winter snow, then out pours creation;
Nature
Poem
Certificate U

thoughts upon a train ride.

By alphadog1 on Thu, 22 Dec 2011

The lush folds of land arose in heavy sweaty lines As the fawning trees nakedly thrust their brittle fingers Up towards the steel grey sky; I feel them seek fresh damp soil beneath.
Erotica
Poem
Certificate 15
Cherry

Winter Solstice

By Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 22 Dec 2011

This year is dying – let us welcome in the next.
Nature
Poem
Certificate U

penultamate verse

By maisie on Thu, 22 Dec 2011

a verse a day late
Love
Poem
Certificate U

Dead Gods by the Sea Shore

By MaliciousMudkip on Thu, 22 Dec 2011

Like craggy old faces of an ancient god, Stoically staring at the sea. They don’t move, don’t even nod, From their pedestals, they cannot flee. The force of nature withering and wearing,
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

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