Yemassee

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StoryBubbles' Proof Of Existence Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
StoryAriel Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
StoryAntediluvian (Debits and Credits) Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
StoryA Poem of Modest Intent Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
StoryA New Man Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
CollectionPoetry Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
CollectionGeneral Fiction Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
CollectionHumor Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
CollectionSatire Yemassee013 years 1 week ago
StoryMeet me in the meadow Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryLove Does Not Have Eyes Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryTwo Writers (A Sketch) Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Brush With Culture Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryTo Conquer The World Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Two Peas Of Shady Pines Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryFathers and Daughters Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryEmily D 569 (A poem in search of a reader) Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryFootfalls Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryDooleyism Yemassee013 years 1 month ago
StoryFather Time Yemassee013 years 1 month 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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