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I am 36 years old and have only a few years left in my present job until I retire to Crete with my wife. This is where I will be able to continue my passion for writing, 24 hours a day if I want to.

I love creative writing and the way that a story can take

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Creative Writing > Songs Songs: My wife: 1 of 28
V1:I wake up every morningAnd find you lying next to meI look at you so beautifulAnd wonder why you ever picked meI feel that I can not compareWith your beauty and your loveYet every day I wake up and I thank the Lord aboveChorus:You're my wife and I'm so thankfullFor the day that I met youYou're my wife and I can't thinkOf a... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: War: 3 of 55
It is said that war is 99% boredome and 1% sheer terror, I for one can wholeheartedly agree with that remark. Admittedly, during the boredome phases we were under rocket, mortar and small arms attack, but it is suprising how quickly you get used to that sort of thing. I used to lie on my cot in my body armour and helmet, drif... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unrequited love: 7 of 54
His burden is almost over, the end is in sight. He looks up to the summit of the small hill to where the others are waiting for him, they are going nowhere soon, they can wait for him to reach them no matter how long it takes.It has been a long journey, he thinks, to get to this stage and he smiles inwardly although outwardly... More..
Home & Garden > Electrical Repairs Electrical home repair: Guide to your fuse box: 1 of 7
As with anything electrical always think SAFETY FIRST, death and serious injury can occur if you do not know what you are doing. If in any doubt then consult an approved and trained electrician before attempting any work yourself.OK, now the safety aspect is covered lets talk about the fuse box.All electrical installations mu... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Snowmen: 5 of 27
The snowmen arrived as if by magic one cold February afternoon, James noticed them as he walked home alone from school. It seemed that miraculously each garden in his street had sprouted some of the biggest snowmen he had seen in his twelve years of life.The heavy, continuous snowfall of two days had come as a suprise to all,... More..
Food & Drink > Drinks (Other) How to avoid getting a hangover before drinking: 6 of 28
We have all been there, the banging headache, the mouth that feels like someone has done something nasty in it and the ever present sickness that makes us want to stay in bed and die, and no doubt we have vowed never again to drink...too bad the party season is almost upon us!So how do we stop that dreaded hangover before we ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Rain: 9 of 39
The summer dress of the young woman on the bus is soaked through by the sudden summer rain. It presses to her flesh like a lover, caressing and holding her body tightly in a humid embrace never wishing to let go, she is shivering slightly as the damp fabric takes away her body heat.The floral print of her dress is almost tran... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Being alone: 34 of 125
V1:I see your picture hanging on the wallAnd it takes me back to when I met youYour perfect smile, your laughing eyesThe way you flicked your hairYour coffee cup with the lipstick rimAnd I fell in love with you that dayChorus:But now that you've goneI just can't go onI miss waking up with youNow that I'm all aloneIt just tear... More..
Pets & Animals > Dog Breeds Dog breed: German Shepherd: 9 of 32
I write this article with my German Shepherd at my feet snoring lightly as he relaxes after another stressful day looking after our household. You see, this is a breed that is born to protect, they will lay their life on the line to stop any harm coming to their "pack", or as we would say, family.I know many people consider G... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Taking the bus: 16 of 56
The Late Night Bus.Midnight at the bus station, here I wait surrounded by drunks and late night revellers. The girls in their flimsy skirts and tops draped around lads in jeans and football tops, all too wrapped up in each other to care about the non-descript man standing in their midst.Across the road a scuffle breaks out be... More..