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Are you Elfing Nuts?

Striking Elves?

“Are you elfing nuts? You can’t go on strike!” hollered Santa. Yes, there were times when the ‘Big Guy’ bellowed, or even screamed. Like the time Blitzen accidently stepped on his big toe – the one with the bulging bunion, or when Mrs. Claus accidently spilled a mug of hot chocolate on his lap. “We’re in prime toy-making season fellas.” Santa Claus pleaded; he’d never experienced...Read On

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Smokey's Christmas

Smokey learns about Christmas.

The Christmas present ticked. It sat under the very front of the tree and attracted Smokey's attention. He sniffed at it, walked around it and poked at it with his paw. The glowing ornaments above the present shook, causing the light reflections to dance off the foil wrapping paper. As he prowled around the present, a whirring sound started. He backed away, but the sound continued. Soon,...Read On

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'Tis The Season

"It's not what it looks like," he said, glaring. Sandy came upon him as she skied cross country. It was an overcast, dreary Christmas morning. "What do you mean? It looks like you killed a deer. Is it hunting season?" He went back to butchering in the blood stained snow. Grunting with his effort, he finished. "It was a difficult shot. Yes, it's hunting season. Around here, anyway." "Why...Read On

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L is for Lazy

Just a thought off the top of my head, written down really fast and then submitted.

When I was fifteen, I wrote a poem that earned me a spot in a writer’s workshop. I didn’t submit it, a teacher did. I was the youngest person in the workshop. I did not know it at the time but a special arrangement had been made for me after some degree of protest. I didn’t even have to pay. There was a girl, she was seventeen and apparently gifted from the way her poetry read. She paid. The...Read On

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Killer's Bliss

She heard whispers. Quiet and menacing, they coursed through the darkness like little scratching claws on worn, wooden floorboards. She stood still with her eyes closed shut, waiting for the silence to ensue again. But it never came. Those whispers intensified as the dark years crept on. Quiet and menacing whispers were no more. Now, terrifying and chilling screams inhabited her...Read On

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Bottoms Up

Bottoms Up An hourly clerk on a Friday at work, was the last place she wanted to be – putting up stock while the hands on the clock seemed to stick on a quarter-to-three. A typical day filled with minimum-pay, that would start every morning at eight made her less than a fan of her parents’ demand that she get out and pull her own weight. Amber was young and the burden that hung ...Read On

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Gone

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Smears of glowering grey Roll smudged across the violet sky, Dusk sinking to Twilight sinking to Star-studded velvet Roiling night. A whispered curse is a wraith in the pit, Phantasms flying across the soul Where emptiness weeps And the echoes of pain And the twisted limbs of The fallen oak lie....Read On

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Wasted Words

And once they're lost...

Is it possible to waste words  To have them fall from the sky  Like gifts  Perfect in their sacred  Profoundness  To feel the weight  Of their intensity  Grab at your heart  Coax tears  Create laughter  Take your hand  Lead you in the slowest of dances  Enlighten you with tales  That are yours  But not you  Give sounds  To the silent spaces  Between thought and action  ...Read On

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Life's Garden

You have a wee small plot With your life at its dawn It's just about so wide The length not yet been drawn. A garden you are to tend Tilling, working it well What will become of it Just time and toil to tell. Turning stumbling blocks Into path stepping stones Breaking up all the clods Your body aches and groans Compost and nutrients Working into the soil Hoeing, weeding, sweating A life...Read On

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There Is No Love Without Pain

A poem about love.

Love is life’s cruel mistress, And life’s crowning triumph. Love embitters the soul, yet conquers the heart. Love is never easy, And will die without toils. It is languor and sweat, the power and rejuvenation. Love brings this man to his knees, pushes his face into the dirt. It gives light into his darkness, and delivers joy to his world. Love grows in the wound...Read On

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Broken or Breaking

I don't know which is better, the illness or the drugs.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Peach perfect moon in an apricot sky, There are footsteps in the stardust Where the diamonds of the sun Cause a waterfall of velvet heat And shining shards of opal tears To stream on the horizon on The edge of nightfall's waning Where the dank abyss is hiding 'Neath the dusky cotton clouds....Read On

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Where Are My Children?

Why didn't I get one?

Where are my children?  Why didn't I get one?  She got two  And I got none. Why can't I have one?  Just one little one It doesn't seem fair  Now it's all said and done. We tried and we tried  None stayed here with me. Everything seems empty  Why couldn't we be three? No frilly dresses  No swings in our yard  No crib in the bedroom  No Lego to pull apart. No cute little bundle ...Read On

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The Fourth of July

What the signers of the Declaration of Independence ignored.

THE FOURTH OF JULY Did they know when they signed their names, declaring freedom from tyranny and the right to pursue happiness, that the women in their lives, the Africans who plowed their fields, the Natives whose land they occupied were listening and breathing the same air that summer day? Did they realize their ignorance when they rang the bell of liberty and heard...Read On

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My Green-Eyed Temptress

...has eyes that mean so much to me.

My Green-Eyed Temptress Has eyes that are Bright Shining Alluring Inviting Mysterious Playful Vexing My green-eyed temptress has eyes that are Pools of love laced with golden glitter Pin pricks of desire boring into me Hints of passion yet to come Beacons of hope on a dark stormy night within my soul Transforming me Helping create a revival of passion within...Read On

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The Blob

There it was, a viscous blob of limber elasticity capable only of thought and some kind of irregular nebulous form of motion, perceiving the world yet barely influencing it. It spent its time floundering around the park, observing the quotidian routines of the proletarians in their mundane and monotonous undertakings, yet it felt drawn with interest and was intrigued to know more of the lives...Read On

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JuJu Bitch

"Woman want baby. Woman want JuJu.” “What?” “JuJu. It’s magic. African magic, white or black.” “I don’t want black magic, Tutu.” Tutu smiled. “Here,” she said. “Have this.” Tutu gave me a tiny carved figurine; she explained how the women of Ghana use ones just like it to help with fertility. They carry their wooden doll at all times, usually hidden under clothing so only a...Read On

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expectations

everything will be fine

... in early morning waking  there is that fleeing dream. it is almost lucid  as I feel your body  curled behind me... the warmth of my back spoon, gradually cooling. . my heart breaks  under the weight  of no expectation, of never-will-be, of truth. how do I ever sing again? . I rise from sleep, shower the hope away, put on the pretense of the day. ...Read On

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Pivotal Moments - Chapter Three

Aislinn calls for reinforcements

I stormed up the stairs, mentally cursing my brother. I glanced behind me at an unexpected noise and fought to hold in a sigh. I really didn’t need this right now. But the dog was sitting at the foot of the stairs, ears perked and tail thumping. Refusing to smile, I caved. Retracing my steps, I walked back down the steps and lightly patted him on the head. “There! Happy now?” He looked...Read On

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Pivotal Moments - Chapter Two

Aislinn explains the fight

As I stomped down the stairs I muttered under my breath about the stupidity and insensitivity of the male species. My brother was definitely one that made you want to rethink getting involved with a guy; he was about as sensitive as a freaking rock. I kept tromping down the stairs, grumbling. Reaching the bottom step, I froze. There it was, standing guard, almost like it was waiting for me. ...Read On

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Pivotal Moments - Chapter One

Your life can change in the blink of an eye; these incidents are known as 'Pivotal Moments'.

Everyone has that ‘thing’, that place where your life suddenly changes and you have no control over it. It’s a fixed point in time that you later look back on and say to yourself, “Yeah! Right there. That’s when it all started.” For some, it’s a joyous occasion; the birth of a child, graduating from college or buying a house. For others, it’s tragic. Their point could be the death of...Read On

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Piddling With A Hainted Heart

Piddling: [Intransitive verb] to waste; to dawdle or trifle; to piddle the time away. A euphemism.

Just because she doesn't cry,  Doesn’t mean a thing.  What she’s piddling with  Is a hainted heart. Sometimes tears  Can't cause a river  Deep enough for a woman  To dip her haint of a heart in  --Not when she has lived too long  In such a short time. What is the purpose of a tear  If not to soothe? A woman can grow dry  Inside  Like burnt leaves,  Discarded among dead roots ...Read On

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Lucy's Secondhand Wand

Lucy puts a previously owned magic wand to the test.

Lucy found the magic wand at a garage sale. It was obviously used and the asking price was two dollars. “How do I know if it really works?” she asked the man behind the table. “You drive a hard bargain there, missy,” he replied. “I’ll give it to you for a dollar, but not a penny less.” For a dollar she figured she couldn’t go wrong, so she bought it. When Lucy got home she...Read On

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I'd rather have Cake

“Asexual man seeks asexual woman.” I crinkled my forehead, and read the personal ad again. What does this mean? In biology I learned that worms and bacteria are asexual, men and women aren’t? What would an asexual man want with an asexual woman? Am I asexual? Reading that one line in the personal ads on Craig’s List was an epiphany moment. I researched this “Asexual” thing...Read On

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Life At the Bus Stop

The bus stop is a wonderful place to learn about life, and to count your blessings

It could be because I have walked down many a darkened road and taken many wrong turns that left me lost in the world, that I feel this way, but regardless the reason, I believe that we all have the ability to rise above the circumstances of our lives. Yes, I may get lost sometimes, but oh, the beautiful places I have found, and adventures I have had while lost! Sometimes, things don't work...Read On

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The Nell Gwyn Chronicles - 1

Snippets about Nell Gwyn, told from the point of view of Nell and her lover, King Charles II

Nell The knock was soft, but made us both jump nonetheless. “Don’t get it,” Jamie whispered in my ear, “Whoever it is will go away.” Ignoring him, I climbed to my feet and straightened my skirts. “If you’ve come with gifts or flowers, you’re supposed to leave them at the stage door...” I trailed off. A pair of sparkling gold and diamond buckles adorned shining black shoes. A cloak...Read On

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Confess

There was kid who always hid From his parent's furious yells He stayed at places where he knew no faces And his alarm clock was the bells. His name was short and gave him a fort From the troubles day to day When children teased he always thanked and pleased Never knowing what else to say. His hair was brown and he had a frown  From the worries he had to commence His eyes were blue –...Read On

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Ember

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Blue so black, A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty; Points of diamond ice prick splendour Into this thin, still-born air. Breath is wreathed around my face, Silver sinking, mouth to ground; A glittering mist of moisture's stasis Beads the frozen earth with glass. Silence, heavy, Hope...Read On

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Daddy No Legs

A daddy long legs discovers there is life after legs.

You think your life is bad? Consider me. I’m a daddy longlegs with no legs. That’s right, no legs. A Daddy No Legs. Here’s my story: I’m creeping around one day, minding my own business, when I run into some kids. “AAAAAAAAHH!!!” they scream. “A spider!!!!!!” For the record, daddy longlegs aren’t even spiders, and these kids are carrying on like I’m a tarantula. Then a boy...Read On

I Am a Bramble Thorn

A person reflects upon an uncaring life--inspired by the first picture

I am but a protruding thorn. The only reason I was born was to create pain and push life away. I reach to touch a fading sun and think of all the sins I’ve done. I lie beneath the brambles as I pray. The barren hand that I was dealt was that I simply never felt the feelings that complete a human heart. That which would make others smile just bored me after a short while. Love never...Read On

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Belief

Sometimes it's hard to be yourself...

I dreamed that all my wounds had healed, which freed me to move on. My confidence was coming back, I'd thought it all but gone. A smile, a laugh, an opening up, a glimmer of some hope, But my epistemic self still said I was a dope. Not sure if I was worthy, was sadly my belief And a brave face was the one I wore, despite the mental grief. Suppressing it, I steeled myself and closed my...Read On