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StoryBuchenwald rpatel012 years 11 months ago
StoryB is for Beach rpatel012 years 11 months ago
StoryWinter rpatel013 years 1 month ago
StoryWith Toy Soldiers in his Hand rpatel113 years 1 month ago
StoryMother Nature rpatel113 years 1 month ago
StoryPast the Finish Line rpatel213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Rush rpatel113 years 1 month ago
StoryThere Was a Child Went Forth (In the Tradition of Walt Whitman) rpatel113 years 1 month ago
StoryOur Final Prayer rpatel113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Clutch of War rpatel013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe High School Food Chain rpatel013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Lopsided Grin rpatel113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Blank Canvas rpatel013 years 1 month ago
StoryJust a Ball and a Stick rpatel113 years 1 month ago
StoryHis Only Witness rpatel013 years 1 month ago
StoryDownpour rpatel213 years 1 month ago
StoryDedication rpatel013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Weight of Responsibility rpatel214 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Elderly Do Know Best rpatel214 years 11 months ago
StoryWords hadley214 years 11 months ago
StoryLa Casa De Seguridad rpatel215 years 1 month ago
StoryLark Ascending britishbecca215 years 4 months ago
StoryThe winner Louise178315 years 7 months ago

My stories

Downpour

The wind whispered a faint, delicate word as it whooshed past the small girl Her fragile fingers and nimble hands held steadfastly to the drooping flower she so cautiously picked up from the meadow

The Rush

New York is home to the rush. Chaos is ever-present. Men and women hurry to work. The destitute line the roads, begging. The intense atmosphere is palpable. Vehicles demand the streets, unmoving.

There Was a Child Went Forth (In the Tradition of Walt Whitman)

There was a child went forth everyday, And the first object she looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object she became,

Dedication

Dedication is a man with deep scars carved in to his rough skin and painful memories that can be easily through the sorrow in his eyes. Dedication is a man who left his family and home behind

B is for Beach

the dazzling sun loomed overheAd its Brilliance was almost blinding the Calm and tranquility of the ocean its Depth was unthinkable vast, seemingly Endless

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