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sail boats in the basementA Chapter by Lyn Andersonwhen life was simpler |
Puppy Love.A Story by AnnicaMeet Andy, a prisoner of love. |
Sharing is CaringA Story by SpeedyHobbit ArmstrongA young child struggling to understand sharing with a bad habit of grabbing learns it's more fun to play together and apologies matter. Short story ab.. |
If The Seasons Could TalkA Poem by Shayna Joyce~What is October to the month of June? I can always spy her condescending eye Holding up a far more desirable moon Looking forward to tho.. |
InfernoA Story by LHorror. Feels like an introduction to a long and complex story, which i do not have time to write right now. |
Smell of LivingA Book by R.L. Underwood |
The PresentA Chapter by R.L. Underwood“Hi.” he said to me while he shut his car door.“Hi.” was all I said back to him. We sat there in silence for a while, and he .. |
Before SummerA Chapter by R.L. UnderwoodIt was the first day I was back from the hospital, after I broke the first time. My mom and I were driving home, and I wasn’t sure how I was fee.. |
EdisonA Poem by NKSince time unknown I wanted a muttNo Lego, No Hershey , would make me stopA golden lab, only, could break the rutWhich i could feed and sit atop.Mothe.. |
parallel tracks.A Chapter by Lyn Andersonfor a couple of moms I know whose kids have gone off the rails. |
How to learn the swimming course thoroughly?A Story by femaleswimmingGoing to fitness center to make the body very strong and fit is the fashion for recent generation. |
Hoy Camine Con Los NinosA Poem by Joe SilvaThis poem was inspired by Dan Jiru's 39th Annual March For Hunger sponsored by St. Paul High School, Santa Fe Springs, California. It is a poem writte.. |
Ice-Cream TruckA Story by Mother_YolkCareful kids, you might fall! |
Hairy FairyA Poem by Terry LeeA fairy that is hairy. His name is Terry. |
Wayward SonA Poem by ESWriterThis was an emotional poem for me to write. My son, who had so much going for him, got into drugs and trouble. I had done some dumb things as a teen .. |
A Birthday GiftA Story by DominiqueIt was a quiet day. Not silent, just quiet. The quiet where the trees rustle lightly to the soft breeze and the soft movements of his lover could be .. |
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