| A Dreamer's Journal - Part 1 Humor [in north india, it is common custom for a perso to refer to women older than himself/herself as 'didi', which means an elder sister. it's just a way of showing respect.]
women are the most admirable amongst god's creatures. irrespective of the state of the world, drought or flood, glut or famine, war or peace, they never fail to fascinate me. most of my life, i have been staring out o...
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 | Contained  Horror contained
goosebumps rose on her skin. it was as though a tiny bottle, fighting explosion, contained her every emotion deep inside of her stomach. her face showed no expression. her best friend, kendra, was trapped under the arm of a random guy with a gun. she saw kendra's desperate strain to get loose. she wanted so badly to escape to what had been, from every experience, their worst nigh...
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 | "The Ending and the New Beginning" Science Fiction it's raining outside and the wind is blowing in a circular motion.
the trees outside are swaying round and round and trash in the streets is doing a dance in the air. i walk out on the terrace, look out into the distance, and see the kind of clouds that i know very well from my younger days in the flat lands of wichita falls texas.
the rain is coming down now sideways which if you...
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| The Lighthouse Poetry t
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| is this poetry Poetry i remember brother hill as been only half a man
with a chip on both his shoulders and a taste for little boys
but with jesus on his side it made him twice the man i am
his holiness could hardly be concerned
my nephews just a boy but he was born with a black soul
i was best man at his confirmation or that's what i was told
i said father don't you think you...
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| Warrior, Chapter 2 Adventure chapter 2
outside, an army of hundreds charged across a long stone plain. it led to a white city that could be seen behind the oncoming wave. it was risky to continue fighting, considering the wound warrior had, but he had to press on. he owed her that much. he held his sword over his head as he ran. the closer they got to him, the more they appeared to be less like men. they were oxen that...
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| Rage Poetry she watched him in agony,
a pulsing, throbbing, bastard of a vein
was visible on his forehead,
it was clogging his thought, his reason,
he was shouting, screaming at her,
she could only sob and moan on the floor,
spilling her tears on the tiles,
he could see the pain in her eyes,
echoed in the scar across her face,
and as he raised his hand to strike her,
he realised his addiction,
his...
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 | Friend Or Enemy Miscellaneous Stories walking down the
narrow, muddy path saunterly, he turned to me saying, “you are the only one
that i can trust.” i turned to the lanky, dark skinned character with satisfaction.
he just looked at me and nodded his head. quentin and i have been friends since
the seventh grade, and i still did not understand him. today like any other
friday we were heading to our fishing spot after s...
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| Through Open Eyes Poetry through open eyes
it is raining again.
it brings uncomfortable feelings with it, like it always does.
still, i cannot dissolve the bad seeds that tarnish who i am.
the drops fall steadily but intently, like my memories.
they fall through my brain and land with a miserable splash.
creating this world of pain and infection that i always...
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 | Secrets of St. Margaret's Mystery in the early hours of a brisk october morning, two boys' were found dead in the wooded fields by their home town. three weeks later, another boy goes missing and is assumed dead by the same killer who has never been found. now, thirty one years later, the case will be reopened by a man who has no background in law or ties of any sorts to the police force. while brad colton hunts down the man respo...
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| The Visitor Miscellaneous Stories a single, naked light bulb, dangling from the center of the room provided the only light in the dingy, sparsely furnished room. molly hanks could almost feel the depressing isolation creeping up her spine, as she moved slowly, and cautiously to the chair seated opposite the glass. she nervously fingered the tag pinned to her shirt. it labeled her a "visitor". she gazed at it in the glass...
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| Respectability Poetry you shut your mouth,
you shut your eyes,
you suffer in silence,
you make others suffer,
by your stupid escape,
to which you give a name,
the disease called respectability.
you become a clone,
a thoughtless machine,
you imitate, follow, try to fit in.
you're swallowed into the rat race.
you become self-conscious,
you think of how to keep your face.
you...
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| Claustrophobia Miscellaneous Stories claustrophobia
as a child, the parents of douglas o'kirke discovered that the most effective way of punishing their child was to lock him inside an enclosed space. they found their aged, rickety house a perfect haven for this. the house was a labyrinthine pile of uncertain lineage. from the maze like passageways led doors and from the doors lead rooms and rooms contain closets......
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| Blackness Horror living in the city since birth, i knew more about crossing roads then my other friends and counterparts. taken into the commissioner's house since birth, i had been trained and disciplined to do good and smart things. i was very attentive to whatever commissioner said. he was very caring and he was always motivating me to do new stuff.
sad to say, all my life i had been a bachelor - no...
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| P3 Miscellaneous Stories stephen sat on a ledge of the cliff staring
at the horizon. the sky was clear blue but black clouds dotted the horizons. a
magnificent view unfolded before him. the crystal blue expanse of water lay
below the cliff, its reaches spreading far out beyond his view. usually around
this time of the year, the surface of the lake would be covered by boats of
different shapes and sizes, families spen...
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 | LIKE A CRAZY BIRD. Poetry that pretty much sums it up,
ruby said, pushing rancid
from her bed with the hard heel
of her foot. you copulate
like a fat pig in a trough.
she heard him hit the wooden
floor with a thud, his dazed head
lopsided, the hair over
his eyes, the thin cigarette
still poised between moist lips.
you've never complained before,
rancid moaned, the cigarette...
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 | Jericho, Chapter 13 Miscellaneous Stories (johnny desperation)
21st century (digital boy)
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whoever said money couldn’t buy you happiness was an idiot.
the next couple of weeks went by like a blur. if this had been a movie, the director would have edited it into one whole montage, hopefully with some kickass music playing in the ba...
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| Things aren't always as they appear Non-Fiction "that's him! he's number thirteen on his football team. i swear, i remember from the photos," my sister said. i went back to the facebook page to view his photos. sure enough, we found the same picture with the number thirteen jersey.
"we've got him," i said giving my sister a high five. "his real names ej. we should message him," i said....
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 | The Snowy Afternoon, Chapter 2 Miscellaneous Stories posters of slipknot and other metal bands were everywhere on the wall and sarah set her backpack on the bed before she collapsed on it. she looked at the ceiling hoping for a sign. but all she saw was cracks, and lines that meant nothing to people. she looked down at her arm to see it still bleeding. **** i forgot to wrap it up she thought mom is going to kill me. sarah looked around the room to f...
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 | A Ghetto Story Miscellaneous Stories i am a man who is just a kid in age definition, but don't let my age fool you.
i am 1 of 7 kids living in a two bedroom duplex in the heart of the bricks.
my mother is a recovering addict, that's drug and alcohol addict.
she does the best she can to provide for us but the plain fact is she can't.
so that leaves me to go out and try to make money anyway i can, and yes i mean any...
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