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AnnaMayZing

The warrior Princess

“You don't scare us,” the first man sneered. “We are Samerron's men..."

It was cold, so cold, as the sun began to rise in the east, casting the first rays of warmth across the rolling hills. The mist was lying in the valleys and as I rode slowly along the twisting, rutted road weird shapes seemed to appear suddenly then disappear just as quickly, as the thin mist twisted the beams of light into contorted shadows. In the far distance I could see the dark green...Read On

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Colors_of_the_Wind

Drip

Seriously random poem/song with possible double meanings? Even I'm confused. ..

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Sherzahd

Darkness' Song

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Wordpusher715

The Board is Changing

The Board is changing. The Board will change is perhaps a better way to say it. When the Board changes, the game changes. And when the game changes, no one predicts the outcome because there are new rules in the game. No one can predict the game's winners or losers when the rules are not yet known and discovering the new rules is part of the game. The watchers are hopeful the game will...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

How Deep Is Lonely

Do ghosts feel lonely? Everybody knows by now that all of the Toys R Us outlets have been closed. The Toys R Us in Sunnyvale, CA was and still is haunted. The occurrences in this outlet have been well documented and even had a live TV ghost hunt for the nation to watch. Amazingly, the cameras actually filmed a shadow of a man leaning against the shelves watching the ghost hunters do...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

The Long Road Home. Chapter 1.

The continuing story of two young sisters trying to survive the horrors of World war Two.

The Mediterranean. January 15 th , 1943 Matron Katarina Langsdorf leaned on the rail at the stern of the old tramp steamer, the coast of Libya having long been lost to her sight by distance and nightfall. Her eyes were moist and red from the tears she had finally allowed to flow, once her fury at being dragged aboard without her sister had subsided. Almost as soon as the ship...Read On

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Pixie_Hoffmann

The end of the affair

A fragment from Danegyth's memoirs

In finding Rahab's Red Book, I also found these fragments concerning her ancestor, Danegyth, the companion of King Harold II's wife, Ealdyth. I present them here for those interested in the aftermath of the Norman Conquest of England. 'That, my darling,' I told her, 'is the answer to your question. Where you go, I go, what you suffer, I suffer. Love is not love if it changes when...Read On

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tom8o

Beyond Lozier Lake

The Wind River Range in western Wyoming is a backpacker’s paradise. Six hundred miles of trails through rugged wilderness provide access to granite peaks, glaciers, clear lakes, rushing streams, and flower-filled meadows. I became hooked on the Wind River Range the first time I saw it. After that, a backpacking trip to those mountains became an annual event in my life. Just like...Read On

Added: 11 Jan 2019 | Category: Memoirs | Avg Score: 5 | Words: 735 | Tags: backpacking bear

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JamesFoley

Heaven's in Reach on St. Pete Beach

Your best friend loved her and died for her and for you.

They lowered Bobby Bishop into St. Petersburg soil on a perfect December afternoon. For Jonathan Wilton, who'd flown from New York for the burial, this was Florida's old winter miracle. But no Florida sunshine cheered Bobby now: lost in Iraq (K.I.A.), aged twenty-eight. No longer in the breeze, steering a sailboat down Pass-a-Grille Channel, or skiing the Vermont hills. No more sunlight...Read On

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Survivor

Ungathered Fruits

Better to have loved and lost...

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Wordpusher715

A Christmas Tree Cutting Adventure

A Family Adventure

Stupid. Just stupid. The sun was setting; dusk hung like a cloak over the Coconino National Forest. I had a scotch pine tree on my right shoulder, my left hand held our seven-year-old daughter’s hand, and the lovely Mrs. L carried our three-year-old in her arms. We were walking downhill from the tree cutting area and had no clue how much farther we had to walk. All I could think was “I...Read On

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maryruth

Wishes

Warmth Yearning Growing stronger Deep breaths Heart racing Hands begin to sweat Mind alert Body tingles Can't think Words mixed up Feeling teenage goofy Head over heels in love ...Read On

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Paperboy

The Power Revealed

“God- damn -it!” Mike barked as he pumped his car brakes and spanked the horn with his palm. The cause of his consternation --a speeding black sedan that cut him off on the highway-- was already long gone. “Stupid son of a…” “Mike,” Cynthia sighed aloud, interrupting him, “why do you bother?” “ “He cut me off! What am I supposed to do?” “You can’t do anything about drivers like that....Read On

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henrietta_fielding

Aegean Adventure

Isabella and her friends visit ancient Thera on a daring mission.

“You’re planning on doing WHAT ?” Isabella exclaimed, her voice emerging higher and louder than she expected, but her startled outburst had little or no effect on her group of friends. The men of the party, Luke and Marius, who were normally so protective of their female companions, just grinned at Aelia and Zenobia, who looked pleased with themselves and quietly excited. “But one of...Read On

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Ping

The Absurd Spirit Of Things

A couple lovely Christmas tales about my kids…

The Boy As the winter weather-bundled three of us patiently waited, watching the cheerful, cherubic cashier ring through my spicy rum, the older woman attempted to engage my son in some awkward and unsolicited conversation. “There was a heavy-set, older fella here earlier today, asking about parents who bring their kids to liquor stores,” she said. Oh really, my son nodded. He...Read On

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Survivor

Poppin' Time Again

What's that I hear?

Driving along the highway. POP. There it goes again, you think. Sounds like a rock hitting the side of the car. That can't be good. Might ruin the finish. This car is only five or six years old. Dammit all. Nothing to do. It's just gravel or stones along the highway. Can't avoid 'em. You let it go. Let it pass from your mind. Days later you're heading down the highway again. POP. ...Read On

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Lev821

Silent streets

This torture can clear the streets.

He was deep in thought, contemplating the dilemma before him. He walked back and forth, trying to figure out how he could light five fireworks without the first one exploding before he could light the fifth. These fireworks, or bangers, made in Japan, were not average bangers. Each one was like a miniature bomb. These ones were strapped around the head of Carl Gershan, who was tied to a...Read On

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Obituarius

Glory Of The Twilight

It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark's sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..." Beneath my button britches my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle...Read On

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slayqueen

The fight

In a world strength is key.

Naomi opened the gate as she was greeted by the creaking noise of the hinges. The sight of the rose bushes along the cement walkway was an astonishing sight to see and smell. She let her fingertips graze along it as she walked. Feeling the silk-like petals of each flower she passed, she couldn't help but love the feeling. The moment she had got inside, she murmured to herself that she...Read On

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Rumple_deWriter

How To Be A Happy Hooker: musings on openings in literature

For the benefit of any unsuspecting reader, let me state now that this is NOT an article about how one might become a contented courtesan or smiling strumpet. Nope, not even a titillated trollop. Sorry about any confusion, honest. Truth be told, this assault on good taste and English letters is concerned with the fine art of creating attention grabbing hooks in the opening lines of your...Read On

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tom8o

Last Minute

He’s been waiting for this day to come for a very long time. Half his life. He’s spent countless hours over the years tracking her down. She’s married to a wealthy man and lives on the coastline of Massachusetts. She’s a professor of Spanish at a small college. Ironically, when they were together she spoke no English. But things change. Life changes things. And today the old man will...Read On

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Ping

Re-Gifted Misinformation

We can't always believe what we are repeatedly told (and sing about)...

Santa uses flying caribou, not reindeer. It’s true. Reindeer and caribou are the same species and essentially the same animal. However, and we’ve all seen the pictures and movies, the jolly fella’s sleigh pullers are pretty big. Reindeer are diminutive in comparison, more like a stocky, white-tailed deer. It’s believed that the caribou’s Canadian Arctic diet is the main reason for the...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

Time and Tide

“Hattie!” she shouted out with excitement. “You didn't!”

“Ronnie, I got them!” Harriet Mitchell bounded up the steps to her friend's front door waving a nondescript white envelope above her head. “They came this morning!” Veronica Pickles, 'Ronnie' to her friends stood in the open doorway of her Belgravia town house, a puzzled frown on her pretty, young face. “What came this morning, Hattie?” Harriet's face was flushed with excitement as...Read On

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slayqueen

Readers Lament

Last chapter is all done. Too bad it had to end. It was my favorite one. But I still highly recommend. Too bad I finally closed the book. Got to start with a new. What it needs to be a hook. I need find the best too. I need one to make me laugh true. And to make me cry out of happy. Not something that can make me so blue And I wouldn't mind if it was so sappy I want one that can keep me up...Read On

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Ping

Santastronaut

Some truths about Christmas that we've always known, but have rarely acknowledged...

“Santa works at the North Pole,” the boy told his younger sister. “He lives there with Mrs. Claus, his team of elves, and his magical flying reindeer. “Wrong, big brother,” his sister replied. “Santa’s from outer space.” “Outer space?” the boy gasped. “He is not!” “Is too!” “Is not!” “Is too!” “Shhh,” their father hushed as he entered their kitchen. “I told you two to use your...Read On

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slayqueen

Hello?

"Ah, sorry for bothering you again Axel, but I guess you must be really busy huh? Anyway, I was just calling to check if you got any of my messages and I really… I really do want to talk to you, if you could please call me back? We should catch up! It's the same number from high school so-" The answering machine cut her off and Axel stood next to his home phone with a dark look on his...Read On

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maryruth

Every Morning

I am on my way The day about to start To have your words Feelings of love Happiness too Smiles and laughter Bright sunny days Is what you bring Early every morn Around five o'clock ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

So You Wanna Be A Writer

Inspired by Rebellious_Soul... Rebs We live in an era of over-abundance right now. Too much of everything. It’s a candy store with endless glass counters filled with chocolates and caramels and sugary what-nots. We don’t even have to take a number. Just walk in and help ourselves. The internet has laid the entire world at our feet. I can be in India or Kenya or the Philippines in a...Read On

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LEMF

A whisper in time.

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slayqueen

Asylum- Ch.2

The next morning Eric was escorted to his cell under strict watch after completing his three hour therapy session, with the same results as day one. Not a damn thing had changed in his behavior or his way of thinking. As they neared his cell he could smell an unusual stench, to say the least. He couldn't quite describe it, but it made his nose curl in disgust. The guards stopped their march...Read On

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The warrior Princess

Drip

Darkness' Song

The Board is Changing

How Deep Is Lonely

The Long Road Home. Chapter 1.

The end of the affair

Beyond Lozier Lake

Heaven's in Reach on St. Pete Beach

Ungathered Fruits

A Christmas Tree Cutting Adventure

Wishes

The Power Revealed

Aegean Adventure

The Absurd Spirit Of Things

Poppin' Time Again

Silent streets

Glory Of The Twilight

The fight

How To Be A Happy Hooker: musings on openings in literature

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Re-Gifted Misinformation

Time and Tide

Readers Lament

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Hello?

Every Morning

So You Wanna Be A Writer

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