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redwriter 2 years ago

Will's Mother Worries

A 16th century mother laments her son's strange behaviour

I am so worried about Will. Such a disappointment. When I married John Shakespeare, we agreed that we wanted a large family. By the time Will was born in 1564 we had already had two daughters die in infancy. When it was clear that Will was going to sur...

paulus 6 years ago

Brewing trouble

I thought of witches and this bubbled up. Doubted about submitting, but here goes!

Steam and simmer, boil and bubbleFill my cauldron up with troubleBrew me some to make them fartOr maybe to stop their heartTail of lizard, spiderbrainSeven drops of winter rainA drink to let them fall in loveor to fall from...

Anonymous 7 years ago

The sun shone in his face as Jason woke up the next morning. He reluctantly opened his eyes to the room he had found in the back of the house. No one had claimed it because they completely over looked the hidden door concealing a secret flight of spiral s...

DeadHeadJim420 7 years ago

Big Bubba

A short story i had written for an advanced creative writing class, about friends, trouble and weed.

Big BubbaBy James GersbeckIt finally reached about noon when I had enough of the day’s boredom, and decided to call Phil up. My house was desolate anyway and I needed to either get out or do something that called me away from po...

Anonymous 8 years ago

Cursed (part 2)

Eris, 15 years later

“My dear, come away from the window. A cloudless night like this will cast an illness upon you before you know it,” the maid instructed ushering the girl away from it and towards a fire. She rolled her eyes and took one last glance at the moon as the old...

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Kari 9 years ago

Flying Through the Air

No doubt about it I was heading for the ditch at 110 km. per hour.

This story takes place at harvest time again. It was a time when our cell phone did not have great signal strength, as we are situated between two signal towers. It's better now but still not great.I was at home, and decided to give Ed a call...