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Adam Smith is a professional real estate appraiser by day... and night. It's a dynamic and fascinating career and Adam spends many a sleepless night pondering the answers to unique appraisal challenges.

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Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Reality: 1 of 37
I live within my room,it's like I live within myself.I've got a thousand booksa ton of music on my shelf.I'm afraid to go outsidebecause I haven't got a friend.My life's a moving picturethough it's one without an end.The days go byI stay insideSo reality and dreamworld won't collideIf they did, then I'd crash down to the grou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fire: 3 of 94
Each flame is an acrobatleaping and lappinglunging and flappinga tongue of quick redlicking and cracklingtasting and clackingTogether forming firea door to desireor drowsy dreamingwhile red heat plays upon our facesA tool and a toyconsuming fuelwhile fueling joyAnd something to be fearedthat gives and takesequally without war... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Breaking up: 10 of 240
When starlight shifts from white to silverAnd morning sends the moon awayI think of just how hard we struggleTrying to keep the truth at bayWe used to start our days togetherBut now the dawn just brings the grayCan't we just admit it's overAnd end the games we've learned to playI knowThat somewhere deep inside of meThere is s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angels: 13 of 263
Furled ivory pinionshidden beneath a cloak of woollong to pull against the airand hurl the angel homeRare as the earthand as beautifulwoven innocence with goldeyes that pierce falsehoodsPale flesh veined in pulsing bluelines and curves that artists envya voice which whispers nature's truthsand a demeanor of poise and elegance... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 39 of 759
Time slips by so fastfrom our first breath to our last,Days and nights are blinking things;the clock ticks faster than the chainsaw sings.Time can slow for the right of mind,any clock can be made to unwind,relative to our speed of thought;a mental pause, a second bought.Smell the rose as you walk by.Thus tethered, time will c... More..
Relationships & Family > Family Bonding How to handle conflicts with parents: 1 of 16
Regardless of a child's age, conflicts with parents are unavoidable. There will always be times when a child wishes to perhaps do something or go somewhere that a parent feels uneasy about.As a child, getting angry and acting out will not help your cause. It is important to try to put yourself in the place of your parent. Par... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Light: 5 of 65
If the sun were in your eyesthey could not shine any brighterIf the moon was cast in shadowyou could always make it whiterWhen the darkness of my mindseeks release and causes painIt's the memory of your charmsand your light that makes me saneA million diamonds sparklingcould not match the spak of soulthat emerges when I'm cru... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Love: 12 of 152
Mark cut through the chain link fence that enclosed the electricity pylon, just below the wicked looking barbed wire, when his cell phone rang."Hallo." He looked up at the piece of cloth that had torn from his jacket when he had attempted to climb the formidable fence. It hung on a sharp barb like a miniature white flag."Mark... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sunrise: 4 of 50
A tropical drink horizonheralds the coming dawnshadows recede westwardanother twilight goneThe City stands behind mepoised to meet the daythe sleepy in their bedclothescan't keep the disk at bayI walk the sandy shorelinewaves lapping set the paceI pause to gather pebblesas the rats begin their raceA splendid glory fusionof am... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life lessons: 38 of 360
EmoticonsIt's been a year since my big brother Reggie choked on his own vomit. Mom and Dad still fight about it, trying to place the blame. It's like a football match; someone scores occasionally but never takes a commanding lead.Two months after Reggie's funeral I broke Skiff Martin's nose. I overheard him say that Reggie di... More..