Tales of HISTORY AND GEOGRAPHY

By pkroutray on Sat, 13 Aug 2011

Tales of HISTORY AND GEOGRAPHY  P.K.Routray Edited by P.Gaan Geography and history as space and time’s barometer, Speak and record their nature and culture.
Humour
Poem
Certificate U

Igor and Henry

By hudsonmoon on Sat, 13 Aug 2011

This is an early Igor thing that I thought was too somber and so I never posted it. I thought I'd throw it out there anyway.
Humour
Certificate U

Jeffrey - 26th and 27th September

By MaliciousMudkip on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

I found one of them. I found one of them and I killed it, and as surely as it is dead, I’m dead too. They’re circling outside, baying and howling, and soon they will come in.
Horror
Certificate 18

Chapter 1: Father

By Bluemoon on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

Fantasy
Story
Certificate 12

Time Is Money

By LEJenkinson on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

Kaspar was making his way to hospital for the fourth time that month. He was heading for a meeting with a new client, and had located the spring in his step; this one would bring him to target.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate PG

On the Roadkill, with Jack (and Bill and Neal).

By Ewan on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

IP or not IP, that is the question... Regarding Sean Penn 's writing efforts... I think he's read the same Kerouac piece as me. Edited for picture.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

Just passing through

By Parson Thru on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

See my soul, exposed and helpless, gossamer frosted-sugar shell. Shatters at each careless jolt, melts at every touch. Catch my eyes, unprotected and naïve, betrayers of my soul.
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

Dolce Far Niente

By Gunnerson on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

'Ham on Rye' did this to me. My first time with Bukowski and I already think I'm him.
Miscellaneous
Certificate 15

Poppy

By Silver Spun Sand on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

Almost as if you had never been away – there you are.
Love
Poem
Certificate 12

(Not) The Beast From The Swamp

By hadley on Fri, 12 Aug 2011

It begins, slowly rising out of the swamp like a lawyer at dawn. We clutch our poking sticks to our chests in trepidation as the vague shape stumbles out of the mists towards us.
Humour
Story
Certificate 12

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