Yemassee

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StoryBubbles' Proof Of Existence Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
StoryAriel Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
StoryAntediluvian (Debits and Credits) Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
StoryA Poem of Modest Intent Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
StoryA New Man Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
CollectionPoetry Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
CollectionGeneral Fiction Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
CollectionHumor Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
CollectionSatire Yemassee012 years 4 months ago
StoryMeet me in the meadow Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryLove Does Not Have Eyes Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryTwo Writers (A Sketch) Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryMy Brush With Culture Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryTo Conquer The World Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Two Peas Of Shady Pines Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryFathers and Daughters Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryEmily D 569 (A poem in search of a reader) Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryFootfalls Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryDooleyism Yemassee012 years 5 months ago
StoryFather Time Yemassee012 years 5 months ago

My stories

Meet me in the meadow

Meet me in the meadow where once we played, and saw the grass with different eyes, But which I now admit is green, always was green. and always will be.

Love Does Not Have Eyes

"I want to prove to you that love does not have eyes -- that while on the surface society adores youth and beauty, beneath such superficiality, romance is blind."

Two Writers (A Sketch)

Friendship cast a long shadow that spanned across the pages of fiction, penetrating the secret truths of two writers who shared the intimacy of words.

My Brush With Culture

The giant slinky moved about the stage and the audience clapped at regular intervals, and a well-dressed lady next to me politely shouted, "Bravo!" but, whatever its purpose, it was all lost on me.

Fathers and Daughters

One cup of coffee that is all he wanted, just one cup before he went back into his bedroom, grabbed the loaded revolver under his bed and blew his brains out. It seemed like a simple enough request...God had never been kind...all he wanted was a damned cup of joe.

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