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Dancing in Character

A Poem by Ken Simm.

A Confounded letter about her lost ghostly love.

Crone Wisdom

A Story by Shelley Holt-Lowrey

My elder. My self. If I ever were to need council, I would hope to find this woman depicted here. Perhaps if I am lucky, I will become her.

Won't Know Until Later

A Poem by Mike Goodwin

California girls we're unforgettable, Daisy dukes bikinis on top.

For the First Time

A Poem by Sarah Emily

Inspired by an elderly couple at a choir performance.

Ending

A Poem by RoughWaterJohn

A poem about the end of life, and those that help to ease

that first real love

A Story by Saranda

You never stop loving your first real, true love.

Death Bringer

A Story by MurderBears

Only death can take death itself

Mirrors

A Story by hogan

The first short horror story I have ever written

World so big

A Poem by twinklestar

World so big, so wide.Be careful not to get lost in it child, don't be afraid though.Travel it, explore it, learn from it expand your horizons.Adventu..

If only if only

A Poem by Lisa Marie Firth Fountain

Tick and tock goes a rickety clock, but don't they all follow suit?

One foot in the grave

A Story by h cingisiz

Based on a writing exercise where you write for 10 minutes and include a proverb ("One foot in the grave") and 8 specific words (cliff, blackberry, ne..

The Age of 50

A Poem by

I never thought I'd live to see that day

Recollection

A Poem by Louis McNab

Can we re-discover our youth and the wonders it brought even after we've abandoned it all? Is there something that can take us back to the times past?..

At The Bottom

A Poem by Saint No-One

I long to sit at a baras weathered as a workman’s handsand sip from a dusty glass,whiskey aged and brown.An old companion that laughsin my gut, ..

My Granny's House

A Poem by The Nameless

A poem I wrote about my granny and her sentimental connections to her possessions

Tales of Happiness I

A Poem by Jazmen

I have the grey on me Perhaps it's the sky or this throw, the bed or the walls or the breeze- It’s like comfort, the grey , and I love it, for..

so shall i

A Poem by Don BeeKeeper

age is weightless but time is heavy

Twilight

A Poem by Verser

He descends to bed in parts, windblown weary,And dreams of daybreak coffee with the sea,At dawn his aching legs take him thereWhere the winter waves w..

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