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| Momma Dee
| From the day she was born Momma Dee had rarely been alone. At first she was one of a crowd of howling babies... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 02-11-07 |
| Words: | 1715 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Metropolis
| ... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Naga Uta | | Updated: | 27-08-07 |
| Words: | 74 | | Comments: | 17 | | Status: | Public |
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| Green
| Burgeoning with life
Leaves blossom potent fresh
Forest eyes behold
The sage of... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Nature | | Updated: | 25-07-07 |
| Words: | 116 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Reader |
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| First Kiss
| | Judgment is an easy thing. The cold swiftness of it leaves some prisoners trembling. One minute youâ??re free the next youâ??re not. Itâ??s just that easy. Just that swift. Some of the most hardened... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 21-07-07 |
| Words: | 535 | | Comments: | 28 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Puddles
| Counting the money calmed her.
Twenties here.
Tens... | | Words: | 258 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Reader |
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| After she went downstairs
| | (This is a cutpiece collaborative; meaning that I took a newspaper article and then inserted my own words throughout.) She woke sometime after four in the afternoon. From March 1993 to November 1998,... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 21-07-07 |
| Words: | 449 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Plantin' Season
| "How you think this one died?" said Pete, looking at their... | | Words: | 580 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Stone Fire
| (Haibun) ... | | Words: | 220 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Recognition
| (Sestina) ... | | Words: | 298 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Eventide
| Because I would not sleep with death,
He came to me with arms of stone,
Seduction bloomed... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Romance | | Updated: | 26-06-07 |
| Words: | 122 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Mr. and Mrs. Feeney
| | Archibald," said Mrs. Feeney, "why on earth are you standing over me with an ax?" "Well my dear, I was planning to splatter your brains all over the room," replied Mr. Feeney. "Archibald, you moronic... | | Words: | 642 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Cockcrow
| | I wish everyday could begin like this.... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Erotica | | Updated: | 23-05-07 |
| Words: | 226 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Birdsong
| We live in a Totalitarian State where nothing is as it was before. Our lives are organized, given to us without choice, or the fear... | | Words: | 531 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Comfort and Scorch
| | It wasn't supposed to be this way. I walked away with such confidence That you'd follow me out and coax me back in. But you just stood there and then closed the door. I walked away with such... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Pantoum | | Updated: | 21-05-07 |
| Words: | 344 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Reader |
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| A Murder of Crows
| | The bird's wings had done it. They had shattered the stony silence of the house. The sound they inflicted on the air as they flew into the night caused Ethda's skin to blossom goose flesh. "This is... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 17-05-07 |
| Words: | 422 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Oedipus
| | These eyes of mine are tired from too much life.... | | Words: | 99 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Reader |
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| I Sing My Song In Poetry
| | â??Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to... | | Words: | 140 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| September 30, 2000
| | (This is another cutpiece collaborative. This piece was actually quite difficult to put together. I wanted to use Muslim newspapers, to get that perspective. This story was headline news here and I... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 17-05-07 |
| Words: | 344 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Timmy
| | (This one may definitely offend some. I say this because it was written for a contest called "Wicked Little Girls." And well, this little girl proved to be too wicked for the contest. Enjoy!)... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 17-05-07 |
| Words: | 577 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Reader |
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| When Bercynthia braids her hair
| | When Bercynthia braids her hair All Godâ??s angels just stop and stare Since her radiance the sun must share For this woman is wild and rare As she sits barefooted and proud On a wobbly old kitchen... | | Words: | 466 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Flies
| | The pain was all encompassing: the bright agony of daylight, every smell, both pleasant and not, the horrible tapping of endless pairs of shoes echoing the floor around her. She was under attack.... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Horror | | Updated: | 17-05-07 |
| Words: | 1017 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Reader |
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