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Absolve from sin.A Story by AkanshaA childhood memory that soothenes the present life that has faded all liveliness. |
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Forlorn ChildA Poem by 송지석..A memoir of my past |
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To My Loving ParentsA Poem by 송지석..Insight of my past |
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FragmentsA Book by God SpeakingWhat is the present but a sliver in time hoping to become a part of the past. - Jaylen Harper's life takes an unprecedented turn after a freak car acc.. |
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The NeighborhoodA Poem by adam26This one is still a work in progress. Kind of mashed up a couple different ideas I had and I'm working on integrating them better. |
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The Cake/Youth AnalogyA Story by AbbyA short piece on youth and how it's comparable to a sugar craving. |
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BEELZEBUB HAS A DEVIL PUT ASIDE FOR ME...A Book by Peter RogersonSet entirely in the mind of a man in a coma, with flickers of memory giving his life a jigsaw-puzzle quality. I hope! |
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THE FLUA Chapter by Peter RogersonIn his coma Bernie Walpole relives a moment from his childhood as the nurse gives him a bed-bath... |
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Lost ChildhoodA Poem by JessI was only a childWhat had I ever done to youTo see you so vileEven now I don’t have a clueLooking back my eyes go wideHaving to see horrific th.. |
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Life is like a bookA Poem by Amit DhimanThe life which can have many chapters... Have a look... |
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Leaving HomeA Story by Helen BawdenThis was my final & clear leaving of my home, my town. From here I made my way out into the world. |
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A Levels- The ToughYearsA Story by Helen BawdenThat English exam went on to become a recurring nightmare throughout the restof my life. Always the symbol of anxiety & worry. |
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SwimmingA Poem by Debbie BarryA new nursery rhyme, which popped into my head in the night. |
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THE COACH TRIPA Story by Peter RogersonAn odd journey on a modern coach. |
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Mrs RichardsA Story by Helen BawdenThis is an account of a wonderful lady without whom I would never enjoyed the life of music that I have done. |
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My Dear Child ArmyA Poem by WolfDuricanGive me back my child army, our uniforms scuffed and dirty as we walked along the outskirts of town. We stared up at the sun until our minds .. |
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A Kid at HeartA Poem by Fanicia E.Can anyone relate? |
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