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StoryAn American Folk Tale DanielCook115 years 7 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

Gifts of Nature

Their old moss covered trunks Stand soft and still in the darkness A whisper calls and echo's through their leaves They bow and seemingly touch each...

Allegory...the Monster

All the sheep looked just the same Their fleece had the very same tint The same touch, the same scent Each one was precise his brother Then in the...

Imagine...a few years hence

Look at them growling and barking Spit flying from their jaws There're eating truly as beasts Releasing their wind into the Putrid air behind them...

Summer Then

Remembering how it used

Etna

The mountain blushes Who moans and groans within him? He spits rocks and fire.

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