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A Cloistered HeartA Story by R.Guy BehringerA young man allows himself time for grief but not in view of the world. He comes out of his physical cover but keeps his heart covered. |
Winter Time & Christmas.A Poem by OnlymeChurch bells ringing.And children singing.Carol sings at the front door.Snow like a thick untouched white carpeton the outside ground.Twinkling, multi.. |
The Little Things (Christmas Feels)A Poem by KayceeA poem about the things of Christmas. |
FF&LA Poem by Fanicia E.Damned if I do, Damned if I don't |
Devil Walking... close bye..A Poem by OnlymeEverybody hurts sometimes,reminds me of the Johnny Cash songcalled hurt.That is haunting, raw and so sad.As it's so true. We all hurt sometimes.Even t.. |
OverStuffedA Poem by OnlymeMelted cheese and apricots, on poppy breadspiced parsnip and cauliflower soupyum yumor maybe even poached or smoked salmon pate on bagel toast for sta.. |
A House; A HomeA Story by C PerilPlease read and tip generously. |
Rusty Jake's Christmas GiftA Poem by LannyLong, narrative poem with Americana and western flavour. |
Acchappam- An Old friendA Story by ShwetaAmma brought "acchappam" for her. Acchappam is a native snack. It's sweet and looks like a small merry go round in hand. Mol exclaimed and she sang .. |
Completed Chapter 18 part 1: "Peculiar"A Story by NarikoChapter 18 part 1 of Completed |
The pilgrimage to a sacret place.A Poem by OnlymeThis particular festive time brings raw deep heartfeltemotionsthe kind that neverleave you.Of loved ones passedbut always close at hand inside your he.. |
Old Santy Claus Came Out One NightA Poem by LannyAn old prospector is down on his luck, and he gets a most unexpected visit on Christmas Eve! |
What I WantedA Poem by LlamaLordHad some inspiration, back into writing again |
The Story I needed to hearA Story by JefA story that my mom told me that I did not expect. Since her personality did not reflect the experience she went through. |
The love of a man.A Poem by Angeliki LargatzisI wrote this with my dad in mind, he battled with cancer for 7 years before he passed away. |
LanguageA Poem by Scott De BuitléirI have my gift of language from my mother:Raising me to speak with clarity,Like the high-kings and chieftains of old,In both Saxon tongue and Gaelic b.. |