docpov
Primary tabs
| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | A Christmas Carol (My adaptation) | docpov | 1 | 12 years 4 months ago |
| Story | A Deserted Englishman. | docpov | 0 | 12 years 4 months ago |
| Collection | Thoughts from the real world | docpov | 1 | 12 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Beach | docpov | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The Futility Of War | docpov | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Ice and fire | docpov | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | I am letting go | QueenElf | 7 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | No More Than Ten Words. | QueenElf | 4 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Tenth Revolution. | QueenElf | 1 | 17 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Dawn in the Poppy Field. | QueenElf | 3 | 17 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Kiss. | QueenElf | 3 | 17 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Inside Out (A new beginning). | QueenElf | 1 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Are you Lonesome tonight? Please read. | QueenElf | 1 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Christmas Shopping Blues. | QueenElf | 4 | 18 years 1 day ago |
My collections
My stories
Ice and fire
13:30 GMT. Aboard the ecological tourist ship Global Commitment at the edge of the Antarctic ice fields…
- Read more about Ice and fire
- 2 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1642 reads
A Christmas Carol (My adaptation)
He was a tall man, powerfully built and yet not overweight although this was hard to tell under the thick winter coat he had pulled tightly around him.
- Read more about A Christmas Carol (My adaptation)
- 1 comment
- Log in to post comments
- 1407 reads
The Beach
I lie on my perfect beach staring at an unblemished blue sky unmarked by cloud or plane. The only sound I hear as I close my eyes is the crash of the surf as it hits the coral reef that guards my island paradise before gently lapping the beach at my feet.
- Read more about The Beach
- Log in to post comments
- 980 reads
The Futility Of War
It is quiet this morning nothing moves and there is no sound in the early morning sun, a sun whose rays are dispersed by a light early morning mist that is gently rolling over the fields along the valley floor.
- Read more about The Futility Of War
- Log in to post comments
- 1334 reads
A Deserted Englishman.
It is hot, very hot. Not just the heat of a summer's day but searing, mind- numbing heat that I can almost taste. I look around; screwing up my eyes; even behind sunglasses the glare is incredible. A heat haze covers the sand dunes that stretch around me in all directions, giving the illusion that land disappears into the shimmering water on the edge of sight. I know it is not real but I am dying to believe it. To have some respite from the torture the sun is inflicting on me, to have release.
- Read more about A Deserted Englishman.
- Log in to post comments
- 1096 reads