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Christmas comes but once a year, And how, by the early fire I wait, To hear that Ol’ Saint Nicholas’ gait, Steady by the fire glow I sit, And strain to hear the patter, Of eight tiny reindeer that’ll surely matter, But with the warm tenders aglow, And the choir singing low… Sur... - Poetry > Free VerseDeath by a thousand words, A web of spent thoughts, Harsh words turned to stone, Immortalized in the damnation of cities, Lost souls in the breeze, Mourning from the words that broke their bones, The words that worked their magic, Just as the hand strikes the fist, The words came with stop, ...
- Poetry > Free VerseFire and ash. Two words that blurred my vision. Two words that described what lay just outside the kitchen door. Another whooshing sound filled the house. The window pains rattled in their loose bearings. Then the steady drone of the siren began....
- Poetry > Free VerseThe smell of wet grass is always the most enjoyable thing early in the morning. No car smoke, no loud distractions, just the peace that your mind holds just before you run....
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- Poetry > Haikui write to write it doesn't matter what it is and its not always good i write to create it isn't always perfect and there are constant flaws but... i write because i can write, because i can express my own personnel opinion...
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- Poetry > Haikusleep, that blissful thing that holds us in its ever grasp protecting and there we dream of many things like happy days and days long gone the little things forgotten sleep, the swirly cloudy place where here is there and nothing is forever sure like when the clouds part only to rev...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsExquisitely written and formed, David Clements-Davies novel The Sight adds depth and personality to all of wildlife. He gives reasons to animals weird actions and gives them a voice in things while keeping the close bond of family in the mix. In the novel, a lone she-wolf possesses an unusual ab...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe rose is a confusing thing. It holds petals that invite the touch, but clutches on to the sharpest of thorns. It ranges in many colors, Blue, yellow, purple, even green. But red holds the favorite. Rose red, It's suppose to entice romance Out of any human, man or woman And y...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWhenever I get nervous I pull the polish of my nail. I don’t bite them off, no, I use my other hand to rip back the layers of paint and then pull it off like the sheets on a bed. Its an odd habit, and I don’t know where I picked it up, and yet I do it. So, normally I go to school with freshly pa...
- Poetry > Free VerseThey fall like the leaves of autumn. Surrendering there will to the men above. Why do they not fight back? Why do they not run? Are they too scared of the consequences? Do they worry of the future? No, they do not head the law either. They do not what they want. Know not what they do. They...
- Poetry > HaikuMy mom loves loves onions she grills, frys, batters, and roasts them I do not like onions They make my eyes water tears distract my attention and they smell weird too My mom likes the smell she says they clear her senses says the make her alert But thats her opinion and most definat...
- Poetry > Free VerseBut, alas we go in the depths of deception, guided only by the small light of faith. A small, flickering light, easily extinguished, and blurry in the blackness. A blackness so bitter and dark that only the brightest of lights can be seen. Some would call the man who braved t...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionAugust 9 I pull in to the drive way vacated by a military-grade car, hoping this is just a mistake, but I know the military does not make mistakes. Michael. I pull the key from the car and listen as the engine slowly hums to a stop. No. A fit of anxiety pricks my stomach and I slap the steering...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe lady walks in, her gown a sheet of gold, gilded in jewels of many colors, all the farmers bow. The lady walks away, her gown flowing behind her, her jewels sparkle, all the servants bow. The lady climbs upward, her gown billows in the night, her jewels reflect the moon, all the lo...
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- Poetry > Free VerseWhat are limitations? The things we can not do? The things we can not say? Speak? Act? Write? Play? Limitations are the things we tell ourselves we can not do. They our the blind fold we place upon our selves. The bindings of our hands and feet. They are our own creations. We made them f...
- Fiction > Historical FictionPink, fragile, and smooth, the poppy’s scarlet bloom stands amidst the earthen mist of the predawn meadow. The grass, heavy with dew bends its beaded head in the one direction of the rising sun. The tiny crystalline-like strands of green fall as I walk to the bloom amongst the grass. My feet are ...
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