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CallmeJayne

Kennedy's Children

'It was already November the twenty-second.' Diane glanced at the letter and attached visiting order. 'Another Christmas alone.' She switched on the radio for the news. The final item made her smile. Girls sobbing in the streets because they were unable to buy tickets for a concert. At thirty- four Diane was too old for The Beatles. Today was Friday. The insurance man was due. She...Read On

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MasterClown

The Magic of Oz

After a tornado transports a Kansas farmgirl to a magic land, she must seek a wizard to return home.

-DRAMATIS PERSONAE- L Frank Baum: the narrator Dorothy Gale: a Kansas farmgirl Locasta: the witch of the north Sir Dashemoff Daily: a poet Scarecrow: in need of some brains Tin-man: in need of a heart The Cowardly Lion: in need of some courage The Wicked Witch: an oppressor The Snow Queen: a frost spirit The Wizard of Oz: ruler of the Emerald City Sir Wiley Gyle: a winged monkey...Read On

Added: 22 Jan 2020 | Category: Plays | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 3,515 | Tags: vaudeville

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Beesting

Fuel Season 1: Episode 2: Diamond in the Rough

Its week 2 of Monday Night Fuel as Stevie learns the art of sports entertainment

9th of September – Season 1 Stevie’s pulse was racing as she moved at an incredible speed. Darcy Stevens was known for many things: having a dark, chocolate complexion unique for a colored woman; having a soft spot for coconut-covered snowballs and for being one of the fastest human beings in Southern Africa on open-wheels. As Stevie weaved and bobbed between vehicles, she could feel...Read On

Added: 21 Jan 2020 | Category: Action | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 1,812 | Tags: motorsports soap opera south african

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DenimAngel

Gone But Not Forgotten

For those who have love and lost someone special

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CallmeJayne

L'Auteur

Each weekday, after her husband has left for his office, Claudia covers canvasses with solid colour. Mid-morning she walks her small dog. On Mondays she meets a friend for lunch. Other days, weather permitting, she sits shrouded in shades at a pavement cafe. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons she meets a lover. Afterwards they lie back on tangled sheets and bicker about politics and...Read On

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Adrienne

A New Spark

A NEW SPARK I wonder if you feel anything like I do. Do you long for the past, hate the present and fear the future? Has your heart been ripped up through your throat and straight out of your head up to the sky. You might feel something like this But do you also know that someday a new spark will start another fire?...Read On

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Time

Here lay the broken glass of my life

Sharp chaos shattered glass all around on a scared wooden floor. The brutal bull has left a mess. It stalks me still. Oh, how amused it must be. Another carupt vandal in my life. Now comes the loving hummingbird set to replace every shard. Out of innocence only, I ask am I a white knight on a silver steed? Why? Is it for guilded glory and wilted honor? A splinterd lance...Read On

Added: 19 Jan 2020 | Category: Poetry | Avg Score: 5 | Words: 118 | Tags: splinters shards

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RowenAether

S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter Two

Chapter Two When they pull up to the crime scene, a nondescript single-story house, human officers swarm the yard, already having taped off the house. Calypso is the first out of the car, followed closely by Melissa. Valerian ambles from the back seat, yawning and stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh at the pop from his spine. The trio slip under some yellow police tape only to...Read On

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actung

Keep Dancing

Once upon a time, many, many moons ago, a pretty young ballerina practised her dance alone though in more ways than one she was not alone. She began by holding a handrail and stretched for a moment or two, one leg at a time. The mirrored walls not only reflect her but almost, in her mind anyway, reflect an alternative self, an imaginary dance partner, an identical opposite, a mirrored twin. ...Read On

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Beesting

Fuel Season 1: Episode 1: The Abominable Seduction

Witness the debut episode of Monday Night Fuel as we follow Solo Magubane

2ND OF SEPTEMBER - SEASON 1 “Welcome to Monday Night Fuel.” Those were the words that boomed from Moodswing’s mouth as he stood atop the stage that sat right in the middle of the racetrack. But while Moodswing gave the landmark speech that would change the face of the island province of Azania forever, all Solo could think of was his upcoming race... and just how many people...Read On

Added: 16 Jan 2020 | Category: Action | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 1,504 | Tags: motorsports soap opera south african

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Darkniciad

Tales From the Tabletop III

"Work!" The word that nearly brought the world to ruin.

Wherever they are found, and wherever they have traveled, Kender evoke a common adage amongst those who have encountered them. The most dangerous thing in the world is a bored Kender. I must beg to differ in this tale. For those who don’t know Kender, they are a race of Halflings/Hobbits known for an overwhelming sense of curiosity. So great is their curiosity that they are fearless even...Read On

Added: 15 Jan 2020 | Category: Memoirs | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 2,496 | Tags: pnp role-playing gaming funny

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RowenAether

S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter One

A supernatural love story where people almost get eaten by a monster.

Chapter One Valerian wakes to a shrill sound going off by his bed. The bed sheets are tangled and constricted around him, one of the reasons he stopped sleeping in a coffin. He's a very restless sleeper. When he was younger and a coffin was not optional, it was a lot more annoying. He was constantly waking up by banging his elbow or hitting his knee or smashing his head. Once a hole...Read On

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Adagio

Memories Of Now

Lighting a candle, seeing it glow Watching the flame dance Bringing back memories of now In shadows of my mind And the innocence of your lace Every thought of you is a poem Like a Swan dance in rhyme Bringing back memories of now For no man could love you more...Read On

Added: 14 Jan 2020 | Category: Poetry | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 51 | Tags: love

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redwriter

Back Without Regret

Music takes him back over many years

That’s it. Breakfast dishes all cleared away. Cups neatly stacked, in the lower cupboard, Cereal bowls alongside with the plates. Now, why do I find something so menial satisfying? Oh, don’t I know the reason very well? It’s a form of security. Just like the warm aroma of my wife’s scones baking in the oven. There’s something steadfast and reassuring about that sort of thing. Fifty years or...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

The Long Road Home Chapter 14

“How can snow still be so beautiful amidst all this devastation?”

Innsbruck, December 17 th 1943 Both Maria and Katarina were glad that the policeman hadn't argued. They had spent some ninety minutes on the back of this filthy, freezing lorry as it picked its way carefully along the rubble-strewn streets, almost but not quite stopping as it drove over bricks and pieces of debris. The foreman had done a marvellous job of keeping the...Read On

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Survivor

And When The Morning Comes

When you reached out and touched

Do we know, can we see, will we feel what we've known, what we've seen, what we've felt. At the moments we knew, simply seeing, and feeling, that instant, most precious, the most treasured point in our lives. For so quickly it seemed, all our times were as one, but so short in the paths of the world. Just a minute it took, that was all, then we knew, we could see what we were,...Read On

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Welshdreamer42

The Decision

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CallmeJayne

Watching

Who the watcher, who the watched? And who can truly say? That they are ever quite alone, As they rise to meet the day. Many years back then For reasons not obscure. Wrapped in the cloak of Soho Like a million souls before. He watched an act as old as time, But never came to know You don't have to be Prince Hamlet, To take part in the show. In a cell with bars of loneliness He...Read On

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Adagio

Tinged Of Snow

Walking the night wearing gloves trailing a veil of seductive lace so ebony's song of twilight As frost lay light as a feather missing the touch of softness as strange as it may seem Yet your breath seduces me as the shadows fall on the dark and deep scarlet of rising tides Lusting in my veins for love so true of things that will haunt me forever walking the night wearing gloves...Read On

Added: 10 Jan 2020 | Category: Poetry | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 87 | Tags: love

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Adagio

Shadows Play

As shadows play among broken stones And eyes piercing, empty stare The resting place of poets bygone I give to you my soul spoken True love beyond the portal With crimson red lips In the moonlight of the autumn moon With my dark sacred charms Loving you is preordained Burning within my lusting veins As shadows play among broken stones...Read On

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AriesDragon

Converse and Cornflakes

Being organised is not in my DNA

My Alarm goes off at 6 am... it starts with the calm mellow tones of Enya, then Adiemus and progresses through to the likes of Pink Martini and Fever Ray. I really do not like waking up, my finger is well trained at locating the snooze button, so off I go again, back to the land of nod, subconsciously aware of the gentle sounds until I’m very rudely brought back to reality by...Read On

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Adrienne

The Rhythm of Silence

walking my dog by some mysterious birds

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maryruth

The airport

The day at the airport Many were waiting for loved ones A look at the clock told the time was near Sounds of the plane had finally come People moving Cries and laughter were everywhere A man moved into view My heart told me It was him We stopped As customs say Our eyes didn't meet I heard the drop of a bag Saw him go down on one knee As he extended his hand Palm up I...Read On

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Adagio

Feeling Your Shadow

Feeling your shadow as you whisper The tenets of requited romance With thimbles full of pheromones Dark is for lovers and musical chairs Muted notes in my ear once upon a rhyme As the piccolo winds blow through your hair With a silence at the end of my prayer That you will still be there in a jubilee Feeling your shadow as you whisper Dark is for lovers and musical chairs In...Read On

Added: 05 Jan 2020 | Category: Poetry | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 79 | Tags: love

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Darkniciad

Anew As One

A forest spirit reborn of love.

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actung

Dexter's House

Ralph never knew quite why he went into the Plaza hotel on that bright summer afternoon. He had passed by the place so many times without ever going inside and each time he did pass, his intrigue grew. The building almost seemed to call out to him. It was as if he was meant to go there and become a part of something, something big, bigger than him, bigger than his pet rabbit, bigger than...Read On

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Adrienne

Anticipating Everything And Nothing

A wise person once said that every relationship is good for two poems.

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Darkniciad

Tales From the Tabletop II

Name? Choose wisely...

Here’s yet another fond memory from the bygone days of PnP role-playing. This tale centers around one of my players creating a new character. Everyone playing the game had many characters. We just picked out characters from our portfolio according to whim every time we sat down at our custom-built plywood and 2x4 gaming table. Everyone wanted a wide variety of options, so we often rolled up...Read On

Added: 03 Jan 2020 | Category: Memoirs | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 756 | Tags: funny role-playing pnp d&d

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Lev821

A second opinion

A celebrity criminal appearing in pantomine is about to recieve a piece of Barbara's mind.

I can't believe the cheek of him, bold as anything, staring out at me with his stupid face. Well, there's no way I'm putting up with this. No way. I've never liked him, never trusted him. He's smarmy and sly, and now here he is, a face on a poster outside the small Shaftsbury theatre, in the town where I live. He's appearing in a pantomime in a kid's play for God's sake. This man killed an...Read On

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Wordpusher715

My Y2K Experience

Memories are best told after the pain of making them is past...

Twenty years ago last night, I spent New Year’s Eve waiting for someone in the world to call and tell me something in our product line didn’t work. Or that it worked incorrectly. It was December 31st, 1999 and Y2K misbehavior was clearly at the forefront of many people's minds. Including mine. In January 1999, I had been re-assigned from Director of World Service to Director of Quality...Read On

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Kennedy's Children

The Magic of Oz

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Gone But Not Forgotten

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A New Spark

Here lay the broken glass of my life

S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter Two

Keep Dancing

Fuel Season 1: Episode 1: The Abominable Seduction

Tales From the Tabletop III

S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter One

Memories Of Now

Back Without Regret

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Tinged Of Snow

Shadows Play

Converse and Cornflakes

The Rhythm of Silence

The airport

Feeling Your Shadow

Anew As One

Dexter's House

Anticipating Everything And Nothing

Tales From the Tabletop II

A second opinion

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