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Forum topicstarting a novel Kropotkin381118 years 5 months ago
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Forum topicAsking for criticism please. cj1119 years 6 months ago
Forum topicLONERGAN'S WAKE by JXMARTIN Chris Whitley119 years 10 months ago
Forum topicBuffalo's Southern Island by jxmartin neilmc319 years 10 months ago
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Forum topicThe "Fifties" In America by Mr.Martin monte819 years 10 months ago
Forum topicADVENTURES IN A DIFFICULT WORLD (this is chapter 2 below is chapter1)feedback needed Chris Whitley419 years 10 months ago
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Forum topicA Light in the Closet by jxmartin sky219 years 10 months ago
Forum topicThe Tiger Gun.by yxmatin. QueenElf320 years 51 min ago

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My stories

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My Father's Boots

MY FATHER'S BOOTS I saw them standing there in the corner, a pair of rubber fireman's boots. The top cuff on each boot was rolled down, revealing the brown canvass lining inside. The rest of the boots were made of shiny black rubber, with twin yellow lines circling the calf area and a yellow stripe where the hard rubber sole met the upper shoe of the boot. They were a little dusty and looked sort of forlorn sitting there in the corner of my mother's basement, at 24 Ramona Ave., in Buffalo, N.Y..

The Others

The Others Have you ever walked beneath the high & leafy canopy of a deep Forest? Everywhere, at the corner of your vision, you can sense movement. The unnatural quiet works upon the imagination and conjures up images from the surreal. You always think that you have just missed seeing something. It is from these "almost sightings that the legend of the "Others was born.

Food for Thought and Memory

Food for thought and memory Whenever I think about the mouth watering aroma of some special meal, cooking in the oven, I have to wonder at all of the meals I have consumed and appreciated in the past. At 57 years of age, I must have eaten enough food, over the years, to provision the Chinese Army during a month's maneuvers.

Conversations With Arthur

A Conversation with Arthur The neon green frizbee floated effortlessly, in a lazy arc, across the broad expanse of carefully trimmed lawn.The long haired and graceful collie jumped high in a carefully planned, intersecting parabola and caught the whirling saucer in her teeth,.to the squealing delight of several small children who were playing with this magnificent animal.

Wave Portraits On The Strand

Wave Portraits on the Strand > > The Arcadian shores section, of North Myrtle Beach, is one of those idyllic meetings places of sand and surf where we like to spend many hours walking the beach. It is a broad expanse of sand that is part of Myrtle

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