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StoryBuchenwald rpatel011 years 10 months ago
StoryB is for Beach rpatel011 years 10 months ago
StoryWinter rpatel012 years 4 days ago
StoryWith Toy Soldiers in his Hand rpatel112 years 4 days ago
StoryMother Nature rpatel112 years 5 days ago
StoryPast the Finish Line rpatel212 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Rush rpatel112 years 5 days ago
StoryThere Was a Child Went Forth (In the Tradition of Walt Whitman) rpatel112 years 5 days ago
StoryOur Final Prayer rpatel112 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Clutch of War rpatel012 years 5 days ago
StoryThe High School Food Chain rpatel012 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Lopsided Grin rpatel112 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Blank Canvas rpatel012 years 5 days ago
StoryJust a Ball and a Stick rpatel112 years 5 days ago
StoryHis Only Witness rpatel012 years 5 days ago
StoryDownpour rpatel212 years 5 days ago
StoryDedication rpatel012 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Weight of Responsibility rpatel213 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Elderly Do Know Best rpatel213 years 10 months ago
StoryWords hadley213 years 10 months ago
StoryLa Casa De Seguridad rpatel214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLark Ascending britishbecca214 years 3 months ago
StoryThe winner Louise178314 years 6 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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