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StoryAn American Folk Tale DanielCook115 years 8 months ago
StorySoliloquy in Yellow dilletante1115 years 8 months ago
StoryWhen Spring Arrived wandelaar215 years 8 months ago
StoryAN EMMA DILEMMA kheldar815 years 8 months ago
StorySo What's New? wandelaar515 years 8 months ago
Storya time and a place aitticboy415 years 8 months ago
Forum topicAny advice greatly appreciated! Anonymous2315 years 8 months ago
StoryA baker falls over mcmanaman115 years 8 months ago
StoryWhat If? wandelaar315 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Scent of Evil hellsbells11415 years 8 months ago
StoryGod's gift, devil's curse. Iamber.215 years 8 months ago
StoryAN ODE TO MINARETS seannelson115 years 8 months ago
StoryDirty Pint cariadmartin115 years 8 months ago
StoryOthello (Inspiration Point) MistakenMagic2815 years 8 months ago
StoryContrary Mary mikehammond8215 years 8 months ago
StoryFor the kisses you took and didn’t talk of span515 years 8 months ago
StoryOverlooked andrew-evans215 years 8 months ago
StorySilence and the otter Catriona W215 years 8 months ago
StorySchrödinger’s Cat steve-r615 years 8 months ago
Forum topicSelf publishing....some thoughts. chuck115 years 9 months ago
Forum topicLife on the estate poetjude1217 years 5 months ago
Forum topicThe Lyrical Terrorist markbrown6617 years 8 months ago
Forum topicChimps are smarter jrc617 years 8 months ago
Forum topicShould we give aid to a country that kowtows to thugs? camilla1517 years 8 months ago
Forum topichappy slapping ely_whitley3919 years 8 months ago

My stories

I'm Just Myself

I promised I would love you Till past the end of time But time is what you make of it That's written in the books of mine I said that I would follow...

Wasted Promises

I remember when we spoke of it death was close by that day, As if to emphasize his presence the clouds played ad infinitum Beethoven's fifth, turning...

Eternity (Between Dimensions)

Standing shivering on the naked eye-ball Of the Creator I am one with the emptiness. Barren is it here, as the womb of the woman after her fruitful...

I Can be the Man of the house.

I can be the Man of the House Greg walked proudly at the side of his friend trying to put the same swing in his steps, it was not easy but then he...

Children of the Lost Generation.

How war leaves it's mark on us.

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