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Forum topicFabricated Hope cat-mary-claire218 years 5 months ago
Forum topicWould love some feedback on Conclusion to Coercion hanna618 years 5 months ago
Forum topicasking after Thomas by josiedog Juliet OC318 years 5 months ago
Forum topicWould like some feedback on Crime Story 1 & 2. Magg218 years 6 months ago
Forum topicFeedback please a.c.t.818 years 11 months ago
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Forum topicThe silver coin ellenbell219 years 2 days ago
Forum topicFeedback? CESARE BORGIA519 years 3 months ago
Forum topicAsking for criticism please. cj1119 years 3 months ago
Forum topicLONERGAN'S WAKE by JXMARTIN Chris Whitley119 years 6 months ago
Forum topicBuffalo's Southern Island by jxmartin neilmc319 years 7 months ago
Forum topicNews I must have missed by neilmc sky219 years 7 months ago
Forum topicThe "Fifties" In America by Mr.Martin monte819 years 7 months ago
Forum topicADVENTURES IN A DIFFICULT WORLD (this is chapter 2 below is chapter1)feedback needed Chris Whitley419 years 7 months ago
Forum topicWould someone mind giving me constructive critism? lwebster319 years 7 months ago
Forum topicA Light in the Closet by jxmartin sky219 years 7 months ago
Forum topicThe Tiger Gun.by yxmatin. QueenElf319 years 8 months ago

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My stories

The Poetry Of Life

The Poetry Of Life We were sitting in a writer’s critique group in Amherst, N.Y. discussing a poem presentation that had just been given by the...

Carpe Diem, Mes Amie.

“Carpe Diem, Mes Amie” Sheesh, the words on the print out read “removal of a malignant lesion.” That even sounded scary to me and I wasn’t all that...

This Sucker Ain't Gonna Work No More !

“This sucker ain’t gonna work no more” The above laconic expression was not judgmental. It was the considered opinion of a gifted and licensed...

These Boots are made for walking !

These Boots are made for walkin’ The words from an old Nancy Sinatra song echoed through my head as I left the Doctor’s office this morning. It was...

Stories From My Dad

Stories From My Father In my mind’s ear, I can hear the eerie cadence of words even now. My dad would have a flock of us gathered around a campfire...

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