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Submitted by Starla Anne on Mon, 08/23/2010 - 22:29.
She felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder and heard a man's voice as sweet as if it came from the mouth of an angel, “Sister, what is wrong? I will pray with you.”
Ruth looked up, saw a man and believed his face shone. "Are you God?"
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Mon, 08/16/2010 - 17:12.
In times past, when the sun seemed to grow cold and civilizations abated, it fell to just a few to keep the flickering ember that was knowledge from fading.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Mon, 08/09/2010 - 20:12.
Historic Annulment
In Part Conceived by Dean Vandusen
Fifty years, fifty years ago I had proposed to her and next month we would repeat our vows in the same church in which we had said “I do”, as the our minister lead us to union. I wanted to repeat all the steps that had lead to a life time with my soul mate and lover. Age brings wisdom but at other times it is not a blessing and, neither she nor I could hike Max Patch Bald, the North Carolina Mountain on which I had proposed, but I had an idea on how I could do it all over again.
Submitted by Admin on Wed, 08/04/2010 - 11:51.
'poH
by Joyce Melton
I had a weird dream about working on a series of kid's books. They were illustrated and I wish I could draw like that. Some of it looked a lot like Brad Guigar's art on Evil, Inc.
One of the books was about a young owl discovering things. It was called, "Nobody Really Likes Liver."
Submitted by woody on Tue, 08/03/2010 - 17:27.
Fifteen – A Bad Day Turns Out Good
At lunch time Friday, Ken sat alone in the cafeteria, eating his lunch and thinking, “This is one of those days.”
Submitted by Starla Anne on Sat, 07/03/2010 - 00:28.
“Prisoners? Escape?” questioned Ruth.
“Yes, the same men you captured, the ones who had robbed the bank, pulled off a easy escape yesterday with the help of two women. One of the women fits your aunt's description,” answered the Sheriff.
“Oh,” said Ruth in shock. “The men kidnapped my baby – to get back at me?”
Ruth fell backwards into a chair. She held her head in her hands and began to cry. 'Oh, my poor baby! Gone! What can I do?”
Submitted by Nick B on Wed, 06/23/2010 - 10:17.
I joined the British Army to make a difference; to keep our future – our tomorrow’s safe. I joined to uphold a belief that the free world should stay just that – free.
Submitted by Starla Anne on Sat, 06/19/2010 - 14:41.
Although this will end "Home in Alabama", the story has not ended. It is planned to continue under the title, "Return to the West." That is why I did not state that it is a final chapter.
Submitted by Starla Anne on Wed, 06/16/2010 - 22:22.
“They must make toys,” remarked Jake as he saw poles with small heads hanging from them
“I think you will find those are shrunken heads,” answered Lizzie Jane. She had seen photos of similar items in a book at school.
Jake gulped. His head was small enough now. He sure didn't need it any smaller and said so.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Fri, 05/21/2010 - 13:27.
It seems it sort of started innocently enough, I guess – I don’t know.
All it took was two ingredients: Hank and that old tree in his back yard. How the old tree entered in what happened, you could understand, considering all the weird stories that have been told through the years about it.
Submitted by Starla Anne on Tue, 05/18/2010 - 01:39.
.....That helped verify the fact that a serious virus may be spreading through the area. Ruth became more worried. After all, she was a new mother and did not know what to do with a very sick baby. She mentioned that to Lolus on the way home....
Submitted by Starla Anne on Mon, 05/10/2010 - 17:01.
After the raft went around the bend of the river and out of sight, Jake turned to Lizzie Jane and asked, “Well, what do we do next?”
“I don't have the slightest idea,” replied Lizzie Jane.
“You mean to tell me that you refused the chance to get us outta of this God-forsaken place and have no idea on what we should do?” screamed Jake. “What kind of a crazy girl did I marry?”
Submitted by Starla Anne on Thu, 05/06/2010 - 15:20.
Submitted by Admin on Tue, 05/04/2010 - 21:01.
Here Comes A Bureaucrat
by Joyce Melton
Submitted by woody on Sat, 04/03/2010 - 12:01.
Fourteen – Like a Walk in the Park
Tuesday was no different than Monday. Sweatshirt, jeans, guide, classes, no one to talk to, no friends, no enemies, no expectations, no fun -- just a boring, uneventful day ending with the “wonderful” after-school reading program.
Submitted by Admin on Wed, 03/03/2010 - 21:27.
Submitted by Starla Anne on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 00:45.
In a few moments, Lolus looked at Ruth and said, "Child, you are about to have a baby."
"A baby?"
"Yes, dear. A baby."
Submitted by Nick B on Wed, 02/03/2010 - 08:59.
The Tank
© 2009 Nick B
A young man wakes face down on concrete to find himself in a room with no doors or windows. Contusions and bruising on his head are painful reminders of the events that led him to where he was and as his memory returns, he realises he’s not the only one in trouble.
He has to get out and fast…
Submitted by woody on Tue, 02/02/2010 - 15:35.
Thirteen - There’s Enough Blame for Everyone
Waking up early Sunday morning, Ken tried to convince himself that the end of the previous evening was nothing but a horrible nightmare. Unfortunately the evidence surrounding him told him that it was all too real.
Submitted by Tim Knight on Wed, 01/20/2010 - 02:32.
Healing a Princess : 32
(Welcome to Blaire)
Written by Tim Knight
Submitted by Tim Knight on Wed, 01/13/2010 - 01:43.
Healing a Princess: 31
(Deals, Steals, and Warnings)
Written by Tim Knight
Submitted by Tim Knight on Mon, 01/11/2010 - 03:02.
Healing a Princess: 29
(Trout, Ale, and Magic)
Written by Tim Knight
Submitted by Ronnie Prima on Mon, 12/28/2009 - 19:54.
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I wheel my protest sign up to the 3rd floor. These sweetheart nurses are not so sweet now. "That is just ........ lovely."
I am halfway through Ob-Gyn when Miles catches up to me. "Goddamn it Roger! They'll fire you for sure for this!"
"I know, but Vince really needed this. Someone had to tell that swine off!"
"Security to second floor." says a voice from overhead.
"But what about the position this puts me in? I sure don't want to be the one who has to hold you for the sheriffs. Just put that away and get your ass off the grounds. And I think you need to find yourself some other place to stay..."
F**k uP
by Ronnie Prima
PART 3: CIGARS AND TRIPES FOREVER
Submitted by Ronnie Prima on Mon, 12/28/2009 - 19:46.
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My immediate boss was Vince, a hunched little character in a flat top who looked alarmingly like my father. Same basic face, like my dad had been put through a shrinking machine- one of those older models that left its payload oddly distorted; long dwarf's torso with a crease in the middle like he could fold up + fit in a suitcase going yapyapyapyapyap! A long term navy man who had LUXURIATED in that whole routine, everything "Sir/Yes Sir!" and polishing the widget-mounts; A fundamental intolerance for spontenaity or surprises ............ And with his anchor tattoos, cartoon New Yoiky accent and lumpy bald dome I soon came to think of him as Popeye. Only without the chuckle, the goodness or the heart ........... Eye Pop the evil Anti.
F**k uP
by Ronnie Prima
PART TWO: WURZAT ROSITA?
Submitted by Ronnie Prima on Mon, 12/28/2009 - 19:33.
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Occasionally I go spend the day at the old deserted airport ....... Signal Hill is pretty neat too- a barren hump covered with seesawing pumps, rusty oil tanks and the foundations of long-demolished houses ........ There is an ugly bar at a bowling alley I go to in the morning when no one bowls. But since it's so much cheaper to go drink in some park, bars are really not an option for me ....... And those gay ones I used to go to don't interest me, since I pretty much gave up on the whole idiot notion of sex ...... Nor am I interested in the fellowship of "others of my kind", since I'm no longer sure that I even HAVE a kind...
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F**k uP
by Ronnie Prima
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PART ONE: THE TYRANNY OF COMMON SENSE
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Submitted by Laika on Wed, 12/16/2009 - 01:00.
MY REPORT ON THE SIXTIES by Ronnie D Room 25
In the 1960's cute blonde girls wore bodypaint and danced the frug to jazzy go-go music played by studio hamfats. Everyone lived behind big panels painted with all flowers and wavy lines, opening trapdoors to say funny things like "Sock it to me." Nazi war criminals hid in the bushes. When you liked a girl you said "Wanna bite my Walnetto?" and then she hit you with her purse. There was a war or something, and some riots, and some people got shot, but everybody liked it when the fat man in the raincoat rode his tricycle and fell over.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Mon, 11/23/2009 - 09:22.
I chose to have some fun with just a bit of Mis-characterization. Now my spell check hates me.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:42.
New Moon
She sat at the bar crying, she had not been there for long, I asked her … what is wrong?
She told me that tonight was her time of the moon, not to worry she would leave soon.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:27.
A Summer Flight of Fancy
She cared not how I dressed, how long my hair was, nor what I wore. She drew a line at heels, verboten, however trainers or deck shoes were ok. Dressing up was fine but slacks and shorts were more practical for our dates.
Submitted by Admin on Sat, 02/02/2008 - 20:10.
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