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StoryZoya bollinvalleygirl516 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Curriculum Vitae: The Musical boxing_day616 years 3 months ago
StoryAn obituary of my golden days utehs116 years 9 months ago
StoryAm I only a number? Principessa216 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat am I? valiswaverider316 years 9 months ago
StoryThe light filtered through a torn curtain valiswaverider316 years 9 months ago
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My stories

Cashless society literally and figuratively

By valiswaverider on Thu, 29 Mar 2012

He was born with a stinging tail and a forked tongue Lies where his currency and the fiddle he did play Tax the poor And give unfair pardon to rich was his creed But fair readers see
Humour
Poem
Certificate PG

Tao (beyond our current state)

By valiswaverider on Wed, 28 Mar 2012

The only way out of the conceptual frame work of thought is either into coherence or total incoherence during sleep or at the moment of death or mastered though meditation.
Opinion
Other
Certificate U

Always (a poem for my mother)

By valiswaverider on Fri, 16 Mar 2012

You are always with me As I am always with you We endured fate looking on to tomorrow Until tomorrow ended A type of faith holds me to you For my faith is not in the world
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

The sleeper has awakened

By valiswaverider on Wed, 14 Mar 2012

“We fremen have a saying god created Arakis to train the faithful, one cannot go against the word of god” Jacobs’s seed, taken down from the ladder
Science fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Strangers on a train

By valiswaverider on Wed, 29 Feb 2012

In the last few days I’d had ripped my heart out, I’d gone back to work two days after my mum died for two reasons.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate U

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