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Non-Fiction
David settled himself in the reclined chair and closed his eyes as he had been told.
The slow monotonous voice started.
"I want you to take five deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. With each breath out you are going to become more relaxed. Sinking into the chair."
"So, breathe in... and out, feeling your shoulders slump, your body becoming s...
04/03/2008 | 149 Hits | 3 comments |  (1 vote) | Read more...
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The dry river bed is like a
map of her labia as my retinas rectify the stiffly waning moon. And we're tossing
cigarettes, lit into the belly beneath the bridge and I’m thinking about how her
news hit real close to home. The jesus juice defines our liver in swallows,
from beneath the lamplight and out across where the water once flowed. I'll
hork down in the reeds and shotgun the last beer ... then maybe later I'll even
walk her ho...
03/31/2008 | 101 Hits | 3 comments |  (4 votes) | Read more...
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March 26, 2008
A Late frost....
A couple of days, a couple of nights, a weekend passed and back to work has occurred. The early plants Wanda Marie has placed in pots on the front porch have made their trek in and out the front door with the rhythm of the sun and the ‘warmed up air'. Their blooms undamaged by the chill of night time frosty air bring lightness to the heart...
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My face is broken out, my stomach has holes, I have this reall big kanker sore and I've never felt anymore alive.
You know what I hate? Self righteous atheists. Who the fuck are they to tell me what to believe.
You know what else I hate? EMO people. You Know why? The ruined sucide. Now I Can't commit sucide without people thinking I'm emo. You know what els they ruined? Whereing black, Dark poetry and music.
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03/25/2008 | 262 Hits | 7 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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Non-Fiction
It stalks into town almost every night. It is impossible to see and you wouldn’t know it’s behind you until it has you in its hands and tears you in half with one bite. The beast stands about twelve feet tall and its sienna brown hair helps keep it camouflaged in the dark nights. It is a sneaky beast whose intelligence is that of primal man. No one knows what it is or where it came from. It is rumored to live in a cave several miles...
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Non-Fiction
How stupid do i feel right now? I saw the door was open, but i guess i should have knocked before i walked in. I can't beleive it. i mean, it was just a kiss on the cheak right? no harm done in that, right? we had held each other while walking to the station, talking comfortably amungst the moment that hung between us and our converstation continued while we were on the train..then it came to my stop and i went for it....
03/23/2008 | 134 Hits | 3 comments | (1 vote) | Read more...
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Non-Fiction
I love thunderstomrs. They remind me of childhood nights. During the storm I would sit on the front porch with my mom. Together we would listen to the rain and the tunder, watching for the flashes of lightning though the threes.
After the rain had mostly stopped my father would take us kids outside into the yard to collect the earthworms squirming out of their rain filled tunnels. It was fun for us.&n...
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Non-Fiction
I was standing behind the counter at the customer service desk at Albertsons when she came in. Her hair is short and curly and always in a ponytail. Her clothes are plain and always a pastel color. She looks to be in her fifties with a stature around 5'4" with a rather large physique, but I wouldn't call her obese. She's a regular here, or at least now that she's allowed back in the store. We had a restraining order aginst her for a y...
03/19/2008 | 217 Hits | 6 comments | (4 votes) | Read more...
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Non-Fiction
A MAJESTY IN FEATHERS
By
Sivadasan Channar
It was late in the summer of 1995. It had been a week since I saw the wild turkey family. Then, I saw the hen with her young chicks, all the seven of them, crossing my driveway. I was coming home in the afternoon. I stopped my car a little beyond a hundred feet from the caravan, and I got o...
03/19/2008 | 110 Hits | 2 comments | (1 vote) | Read more...
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when i was in my late 20's i saw a young lady .. maybe 17(her age) i asked her about herself (cuz i found her creepy)..she said, " am lost!"...so asked her again.."where do you lived? so, i'll take u home." she told me the address and her parents name...i drove her to her home (without thanking me...geeeezzzh)..i saw her entered the door's house.
the next day..i saw her again this time more creepy than the last i met her. Th...
03/18/2008 | 133 Hits | 1 comment | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Non-Fiction
Saying Goodbye....March 13, 2008
As the sunshine settles this evening and this day seems soon to pass, I admit the heart is heavy. A whirlwind day it has been, as the last two have also seemed. Not to big to admit I have dried some tears this evening, I try to muster a cheery voice when the phone rings and answer in my manly rock solid fashion. ...
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Non-Fiction
The
sky was a terrible overcast that grew with alternating splotches of
clouds that had some light blue in them, but nevertheless it caused a
noticeable and rather obvious droll over the land and the roads. This
meant one thing: I would not get to see the Moon tonight. Ever since
I got my telescope a few years ago, I loved awaking to a cloudless
sky, knowing that beyond the blue abyss lay billions of stars,
waiting to be seen. And of co...
03/18/2008 | 151 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Non-Fiction
This girl stayed by an early child’s carcus. Only til the birds arrived would she leave. The birds seemed to fly far from the site. A power forced them away. Her only remark at the time was,"shit". A power? A guess. More implausible a theory than most could theorize. At least when your mental frame has rejected god and supernatural ruling. Still it always popped up. Blind mercy was always, every...
03/17/2008 | 139 Hits | 4 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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March 5, 2008
....13/13/13...TRIPLE THIRTEEN!
When the fresh aroma of Jonquils and Buttercups floated upon the smells of grass wet with dew in the early morning hours at dawn, it awakened a time clock on the old dirt road in backwoods Mississippi. Very soon after, I recall the Robins hopping aimlessly around heralding an end to the barren idols of winter and a ne...
03/17/2008 | 160 Hits | 4 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Non-Fiction
...The Silhouette of Sensuality
After traversing about a mile down the trail into the woods behind Grandpa's old home we had urged some of the cows out of the lane, watched a pair of turkey hens picking in the field, forged a creek in the four wheel drive and just knew this protected piece of woods was forgotten in time and not desired to be visited by those faint of heart. This time was ours in an escape from time,...
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Non-Fiction
OPERATIONAL RISK MANEGMENT
By P.C. Atwell
Risk is a simple, yet complex, board game. In its basic structure, two to six players are competing through chance to achieve global domination. When one delves deeper into the board game, one finds many different tactics to use to one’s advantage physically on the board, psychologically in their individual opponent’s minds, and socially among a...
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Non-Fiction
A Night with David
During a late afternoon in mid September, an old friend from his childhood days greeted him at the front door. It was none other than David C., his first true friend he made when he came to Canada. David C. lived just two doors away when they were close childhood buddies.
It was decided not with words, but with silent understanding that David C would spend the night with him. They would try to recreate, to recaptur...
03/13/2008 | 175 Hits | 4 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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Non-Fiction
SEPTEMBER 1971
It was now late September, and one afternoon in the mid-week, he decided to take a bicycle ride up to the mountain. During the ride up, he felt the warm sun penetrate his shoulder muscles. He was working up a good sweat peddling up the steep terrain and was breathing rapidly. At the top of the mountain, he surveyed the city and ocean views in the distance. He began to take on a reflective mood, remembering this time o...
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Non-Fiction
Grade 4 Memories
The years were l965 and l966.
I began the school year at eight years of age. Of the two grade four classes in our school, I was placed in the smarter students class. My teacher was Mr. Schallit.
Mr. Schallit was hip. He was approximately thirty four years old. He played the guitar, liked to flirt with the more mature girls in the class, and had even taught English as a second language in Japan. He cared about...
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Non-Fiction
The Hugs of Suffering
It was shortly after 6:00 p.m. on a cold December evening. He was in the kitchen with his Latin roommate helping her prepare the dinner for her and her husband. He often liked to spend this period of the day with her. He loved her.
He was telling her about his events at work that day. He was physically tired, mentally weary, and emotionally confused. He knew that she could not be the person he wanted her to be, but...
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