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StoryTorn awsamy613 years 11 months ago
Forum topicteaching kids to swim fully clothed Howardtheduck1213 years 11 months ago
Forum topicGay Rights chasing.parked.cars.1213 years 11 months ago
StoryWeeping rose awsamy413 years 11 months ago
Storyfreedom? awsamy513 years 11 months ago
StoryDust Bowl Dance awsamy214 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPeter Pan hits maturity awsamy714 years 4 weeks ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part one) awsamy814 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topicEvery ABCtaler is a star. well-wisher1214 years 4 weeks ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part two, A Life Revoked) awsamy214 years 1 month ago
StoryThe White House pledge awsamy214 years 1 month ago
StoryThe News awsamy314 years 1 month ago
Forum topicWriting by Feng Shui johngammyleg614 years 1 month ago
StoryThoughts fly free (Inspired by the life of Hans Litten) awsamy214 years 1 month ago
StoryRealm of the Constellations (chapter 2ish) awsamy214 years 1 month ago
StoryLosing You EvanescenceForever314 years 1 month ago
StoryEverybody's Fool: Chapter 1 EvanescenceForever414 years 1 month ago
StoryRogue Embraces awsamy314 years 1 month ago
StoryLet's Start Again Beeme2314 years 1 month ago
Story...let's start again shoe1614 years 1 month ago
StorySpeech Beeme314 years 1 month ago
StoryThe fall of Lucifer ( letter of Redemption) awsamy614 years 2 months ago
StoryOne Day Beeme1214 years 2 months ago
StoryMissing you adora614 years 2 months ago
StoryA kiss, the first kiss. InspiredWriter414 years 2 months ago

My stories

Weeping rose

‘They came for the gypsy’s And I was not a gypsy, so I did not speak out’ And although my face stung with tears, At the sight of a heritage being washed away,

Hypocricy

As the flag tumbled to the floor, stained red, His weary eyes, glimmered with hope, The tyranny had ended for one minority, yet remained embedded in another,

freedom?

‘They came for the Muslims, And I was not a Muslim so I did not speak out’ And although I did not wear a burqua, I saw through veiled eyes, The warning signs, the prowling beast,

An Agnostic's Prayer

‘Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name’ Uttered words, whispered through devoted teeth, Falling soothingly, perfectly, like a hand suspended in prayer,

Awake my soul (in memory of Pinda)

Digging in the garden, mud smeared on my face like a solider, Carefree and innocent, my feet submerged in dirt, Flowers, flying free like extensions of my arms,

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