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When The Shot Was FiredA Poem by EmilyThe barrel of the gun was pointing at him |
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Rusting RosesA Story by yerusalemworkForgiveness has a domino effect. Accept others as part of yourself. |
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Nothing Sounds NicerA Poem by gabiaimeeVacation, please? |
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By The StreamA Poem by EmilyThere once was a queen... |
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The Heron of the Kish and Other StoriesA Book by DaughterNatureA book of essays written by a displaced naturalist. This was originally going to be called "Any Path Will Do," but that sounded a little too fatalisti.. |
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FreezerA Chapter by DaughterNatureThis might sound a little harsh, but every word is true, taken from real-life experience and observations. |
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Learn From the RiverA Poem by J Cansinoriver, lessons, deep thoughts, reflection |
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A River's RevealA Poem by AnnaI haven't written here in so many endless long days,hushed by silence in the yearly lakeside summers.I wove myself into so many stories while I was aw.. |
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Blood Water ShoreA Poem by AnnaI walked from a graveyard on a winter night,dusting the death from our shoulders as rust.Mother, adorned in black, never truly left it,her pale face f.. |
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If I GoA Poem by The Things She NotedAnd if I goBefore you believed was my timeFind peaceAnd understandingIn my consciousness of what it meant to be aliveAnd though I lived a lifeWhere su.. |
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Microstory 209: Steeling GlancesA Story by Nick FishermanThis is a microstory. You'll have to read it to find out what it's about. |
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The Wandering WetA Poem by Slow LeakFingers Were made to wanderLike wetness between legsSeems to always find Its way around the bed, once it'sOnto fingersBecoming haphazardly spreadOr pr.. |
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Heavy HeavingA Poem by The Things She NotedI wrote this after my dear uncle had passed, whom I will miss forever - holding him close. |
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Microstory 223: Social PiranhaA Story by Nick FishermanThis is a microstory. You'll have to read it to find out what it's about. |
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Oh Drunken Fisher's WoeA Poem by AnnaThe river riddled raw in ripples, oh drunken fisher,crying cranes cracking cradles by the creek tonight.I sat to stare at something strange out on slo.. |
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Cemetery SadnessA Poem by The Things She NotedDriving through the cemetery on the lake shore does me no goodYet here I amSeated in my car on a cold January’s dayWindows down slightlyWhatever.. |
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