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AnnaMayZing

Escape to the West

“Hey!” a man’s voice shouting. “What are you doing there?”

Erika Hoffmann was afraid as she walked through the dark, rain-soaked streets of Eisenach, a small town just inside the border of East Germany. She should not have been out at this hour, ninety minutes after the curfew of ten o’clock which had been imposed in January. The Soviet rulers had been worried about people attempting to escape to the west and if she was caught by the Stasi who...Read On

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Adagio

The Arbor's Gate

The night had hung a full moon over the arbor's gate as the shadows migrate beneath trellises of wild roses and I saw an angel in my dreams as granny sang me lullabies as her tears flowed over empty teacups and her cuddle-ups the night grandpa didn't come home but an angel danced in soft shoes in a plate of grits and red-eye gravy as night hung a full moon over the arbor's gate...Read On

Added: 18 Aug 2019 | Category: Musings | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 77 | Tags: memories

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Survivor

Is This Depressing

Is it time yet... is it time

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Adagio

Jesus Loves Me

Song my granny sang to me Jesus loves me! This I know Now I can't understand the words I hear on the radio Peanuts cost a nickel And a tickle made me laugh Now on TV people are shot in streets But! What happened to the rabbit ears? Elvis was king and Hank was Hank But who in the hell is P. Diddy Or Snoop Dog? My dog was named Jim People can't afford to eat But they can get tattoos And...Read On

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Rumple_deWriter

The Tumultuous Tale of a Tormented Terrier

This is a more or less true account of what happened that day.

The Tumultuous Tale of the Tormented Terrier Well, let me tell you, it was like this. Once upon a time, our humble hovel was being run by the daughter-unit’s pet, a small, cute, cuddly and constantly yapping Yorkshire Terrier that answered to the name, Puh-Pet, but only if she happened to be in the mood. She loved nothing better than people-food treats and patroling the backyard. Since it...Read On

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The_Count

A Public Appearance.

This is a true story.

I had finally accepted the fact that I was never going to break into the broadcasting industry on a full-time level. I lacked a college background and had no desire to spend a couple of thousand dollars and attend a school for broadcasting. I still got plenty of work providing my wide range of voices for commercials and as a result, I became known to many program directors and station...Read On

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The_reader94

Finding Life and Losing Faith

I can no longer view life the same way as before.

As we sat down sipping our tea from our teacup around the dining table, the sister superior welcomed and thanked us for volunteering to help them. The three of us were handed the guidelines, explaining to us the work we could help out with. I went through the list quickly, as the sister of the Missionary of Charity continued to explain to us the things we could help out with. After...Read On

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The_Count

The Interview

This is a true story.

I can't recall the year but I was out of work just as the Summer was beginning. Back before the internet, job seekers were forced to peruse the morning and evening paper. I happened to come across an ad for a day camp counsellor and called the number. A very nice lady answered and I was asked to come in for an interview. I raced across town and was soon sitting opposite a very attractive...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

The Long Road Home Chapter 9

“I have seen the letters after the address but I have not seen 'H'. Do you know what it denotes?"

Rome. November 03 rd , 1943 The revelation that Staff Sergeant Lawrence T. Bowman was Jewish was a shock to Katarina. To her, it mattered not a bit but, for some reason, she had never really thought about the religion of anyone outside of her own world. Americans, English, all those whom Germany was fighting were just people but, suddenly, this young man was in mortal danger....Read On

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JolanH

Blaze Whitlock Agent of Destiny

Blaze Whitlock has a chance at a better destiny

Destiny is a bitch. You know the grand design, Gods plan, or fate in general sucks. Apply the grand design to humanity, and you end up with whole different order of haves and have nots. I was a have not. They named me Blaze Whitlock, a boy born with all the joy and hope in the world. A person born with homely looks and decent intelligence. Then my parents got into drugs and alcohol, and...Read On

Added: 12 Aug 2019 | Category: Fantasy | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 2,573 | Tags: fantasy action

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MikeStone
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The Two O'Clock

“Stay your hand, kind sir, I implore you! I am your 2:00 o’clock client.

Professor Bartholomew Hartfeld sat in a tall leather-backed chair behind a dark mahogany desk. He looked irritably at the clock on the wall opposite his desk. His 2:00 pm was late. He flicked the button on the intercom. “Has my two o’clock called to say he’d be late?” Professor Hartfeld asked. “No, sir,” Marta answered. “Please let me know the moment he arrives,” the professor requested,...Read On

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Welshdreamer42

Leap Of Faith

It didn’t look this high from below. “That’s it, take it nice and steady.” Nodding at the instructor, I lean back, gripping the rope tightly, and ease it through the cleat. My feet slip on the wet rock as I struggle to find purchase, heart hammering fit to burst. Below, Anika waves, the movement caught in my peripheral vision while I’m staring straight ahead. How did she talk me into this?...Read On

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Adagio

Puppy Dog Tongue

At dusk twilight and the sun crowns over the horizon of yesterday's song. I will remember the days of September when granny served blackeye peas and cornbread. Prayers were said and my puppy dog slurped with a puppy dog tongue. Vic Damone gave granny the vapors and Jim Nabors was on TV. Constipation was in, the chits were out at the old ball game. Cracker Jacks had a prize. Grandpa worked...Read On

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Ping

Oh Captain, My Captain

The other first date rite of passage...

Just like the besieging intestinal revenge felt after succumbing to that late night, tequila urge to munch on the mystery-meat-on-a-stick from that shady Acapulco street vendor, the visceral reaction to my son’s first date hit painfully hard, and sooner than expected. It’s happening and dad’s gotta deal. Maybe her parents bring their daughter to us, so the parents can meet, and we can...Read On

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Survivor

The World Is A Stage

I'm ready for my entrance

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Adagio

Times Have Changed

I remember when people ate fried chicken saying their amens while licking their hands and not fingers in a box puffed up with botox Granny had a new set of polished teeth from Sears and Robuck and I had a slinky two for one but her Harley had saddlebags Now Jello has lost its wiggle, made in Japan by some Shogun in a lean cuisine and taste like crayons Honey came from honey bear...Read On

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Ping

Rub 'n Tug

Shame on you!

Trixie wasn’t her birth given name, but it perfectly matched her provocative demeanour. With the seductive draw of her dark brown eyes and the titillating shake of her feminine shape, Trixie’s energy defused and enticed the shy and nervous. This was her calling. She was born to please. One just had to say her name. Trixie would do the rest. She'd eagerly approach, her smiling eyes...Read On

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Welshdreamer42

Moon Challenge: Space Port Alpha

In the year 2034, Space Port Alpha faces a crisis

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Lev821

Vacant citizen

Don't take advantage. Sometimes this is learned the hard way.

David Thompson was the type of person whose IQ was nowhere near three figures, who came across as someone who was not quite a simpleton, but oafish, who fell for any scam and con that came his way. Ask him the time, and he would stare at his watch for a while whilst he worked it out. Directions were also a problem when he knew where the place was. Yet, to this day, he always managed to be...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

The Warrior Princess. Chapter 8.

“I was there when you confided in your horse. I heard everything you said..."

I awoke with a start. The trumpets were still sounding! Astrid, too, was awake and sitting upright. What was going on? Was that an alarm, were we being attacked? I leapt immediately from my bed and donned my cloak. Grabbing my bow and quiver I ran out of the chamber and into the courtyard. The trumpets were blowing loudly and urgently and men were lining the city walls. I ran up the steps...Read On

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DenimAngel

Scamp's Adventure #6 :A Spa Day at the Farm

spa day at the ranch

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Kavyansh

Some Thoughts On Love

There is something peculiarly British about the fact that we have many different words for precipitation arising from our legendary obsession with the weather, itself not surprising for a people living on an island at the junction of four weather systems but with a prevailing westerly airstream. In contrast, the most dramatic and powerful of human emotions is summed up in a single rather...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

Moon Challenge: Ticket to the Moon

“I always wanted to go there,” he continued. “Sadly, now it is possible, I am too old.”

It had been hot, stifling hot and, having been stuck in her sweltering, non-air-conditioned office all day Carrie-Ann was glad to be out in the fresh evening air. It was the middle of June and England was baking in a record-breaking heatwave. Even with all the windows opened wide and a fan on every desk, the air that was circulating was still too warm. For once, the management had seen...Read On

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BBaker

Questions

Once there was a little girl. This particular little girl was always curious. She was brimming with questions that spilled over in a constant babble of queries. But with each answer she was provided, her curiosity grew. When she was small, her mother seemed to have all the answers. And as endless as the little girl's curiosity was so too was her mother's patience. Whenever she asked her...Read On

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Ping

Low And Outside

All things mentioned are time-honoured traditions...

Here’s the pitch... “Dad, what’s vintage mean?” Day off. Trying to watch some ball. Alone. But my daughter invited herself to unintentionally annoy me. She asked the question while examining the label on my freshly-emptied bottle of port. “It’s a nice way of saying old.” St e er-rike! She then asked, “What’s classic mean?” while inspecting her can of Coke. “It’s another nice...Read On

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Welshdreamer42

Fifty Years On

Gaze fixed on her phone, Jaz read the email again without taking in a word. She squeezed Tish’s hand, her grip tightening when raucous laughter exploded from the four men sprawled on the seats diagonally opposite. “I mean, look at ’im. Fuckin’ poof.” Tensing, Jaz looked up to see the man in the outside seat facing her, lean across the table and send a beer can clattering to the floor....Read On

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Rebellious_Soul

Divine Descent: Prologue + Ch. 1

Is this the beginning of the story or had I merely started in the middle?

Prologue A harrowing scream of the wind gusted through the narrow twists and turns of the long winding alleyways of Ashdrift city. Where its tall dark towers loomed over the small haze of light from the streets below, encased by a hazy film of unwanted smog. Behind that still was a void, endless; empty save for the billowing black clouds that rumbled gravely across the land....Read On

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Hjalmar111

My near-death experience at the cottage

This is a story of my near-death experience at the cottage

My parents were on a business vacation and we children were not eager to accompany them. My father convinced me to stay in our cottage where we have been spending our summer since the beginning of first grade. The cottage was located in northern Sweden, in the middle of nowhere. Our nearest neighbour lived 40 minutes away and there was not much to do either. The wildlife was the...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

The Long Road Home. Chapter 8.

“Don't be afraid, Ilsa. They won't bomb us this time.”

Rome. September 19 th 1943 The repairs to the compound and the security arrangements were completed in a few days and the soldiers left with only a handful of men remaining to guard the entrance. The orderlies were replaced with German medics which left just Maria, Katarina and Ilsa as the only Red Cross nurses. Along with the medics, more equipment arrived and one of the...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

The Warrior Princess. Chapter 7.

“I am sorry to say, My Lady,” she paused, “Your brother has gone..."

“Anna.” I heard the distant voice say my name but I was too grief-stricken to answer. I felt someone stroke my hair and the voice repeated my name. “Anna.” I lifted my head and my heart leapt with joy! “Astrid! My darling! I thought...” She smiled weakly and squeezed my hand, closing her eyes once again. “So cold,” she whispered. “You have lost much blood, my love,” I spoke...Read On

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Escape to the West

The Arbor's Gate

Is This Depressing

Jesus Loves Me

The Tumultuous Tale of a Tormented Terrier

A Public Appearance.

Finding Life and Losing Faith

The Interview

The Long Road Home Chapter 9

Blaze Whitlock Agent of Destiny

The Two O'Clock

Leap Of Faith

Puppy Dog Tongue

Oh Captain, My Captain

The World Is A Stage

Times Have Changed

Rub 'n Tug

Moon Challenge: Space Port Alpha

Vacant citizen

The Warrior Princess. Chapter 8.

Scamp's Adventure #6 :A Spa Day at the Farm

Some Thoughts On Love

Moon Challenge: Ticket to the Moon

Questions

Low And Outside

Fifty Years On

Divine Descent: Prologue + Ch. 1

My near-death experience at the cottage

The Long Road Home. Chapter 8.

The Warrior Princess. Chapter 7.