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StoryTorn awsamy614 years 12 months ago
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StoryWeeping rose awsamy414 years 12 months ago
Storyfreedom? awsamy515 years 12 hours ago
StoryDust Bowl Dance awsamy215 years 1 month ago
StoryPeter Pan hits maturity awsamy715 years 1 month ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part one) awsamy815 years 1 month ago
Forum topicEvery ABCtaler is a star. well-wisher1215 years 1 month ago
StoryDiary of a broken man (part two, A Life Revoked) awsamy215 years 1 month ago
StoryThe White House pledge awsamy215 years 1 month ago
StoryThe News awsamy315 years 1 month ago
Forum topicWriting by Feng Shui johngammyleg615 years 1 month ago
StoryThoughts fly free (Inspired by the life of Hans Litten) awsamy215 years 1 month ago
StoryRealm of the Constellations (chapter 2ish) awsamy215 years 1 month ago
StoryLosing You EvanescenceForever315 years 1 month ago
StoryEverybody's Fool: Chapter 1 EvanescenceForever415 years 1 month ago
StoryRogue Embraces awsamy315 years 1 month ago
StoryLet's Start Again Beeme2315 years 2 months ago
Story...let's start again shoe1615 years 2 months ago
StorySpeech Beeme315 years 2 months ago
StoryThe fall of Lucifer ( letter of Redemption) awsamy615 years 2 months ago
StoryOne Day Beeme1215 years 2 months ago
StoryMissing you adora615 years 2 months ago
StoryA kiss, the first kiss. InspiredWriter415 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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