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My name is Lauraine and I have written a number of Children's stories, poetry and humour. I had a literary agent for three years but we parted ways after a dispute over payments. I have a number of stories that are copyrighted at the Library of Congress but

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: An enchanted place: 2 of 49
"An Enchanted Place" Yellow petals splattered with crimson drops, tiny blue blossoms covered with bits of flesh. Among the flowers in this Eden, the serpent wound itself around the bodies of the dead and dying, waiting to inhale the last breath from those still living. Bones bleached white from the unsetting sun decorated ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark thoughts: 2 of 38
"Dark Thoughts" Down the lonely corridors of my being, I walk, lost in the maze that is my mind. My footsteps echo loudly, but I am empty of all emotions and thoughts except for my striving to reach the light. An overwhelming anger all but consumes me. Like the flickering images on a screen, my wasted life passes before m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dedicated to a friend: 2 of 16
"Dedicated to a Friend" My tears drip onto the silken fur as I watch my beloved friend twist in agony as I hold him on my lap for the final time. A decade and a half, my friend ran at my side, always keeping me in his sight. In those days love would shine from the now dim eyes. Time has so quickly flown from the day you w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 31 of 228
"Soldiers" The young soldier stepped from the jungle path, leaving the security of the troup behind. A moment of privacy was all he needed before resuming the march deep into the enemy territory. He felt nothing as his boot cought the trip-wire and five bamboo stakes pierced his body. Pain would come later along with the ... More..
Food & Drink > Wine Guide to making wine: 2 of 10
"Homemade Wine" As a Senior Citizen I get more fruit juices from Government Surplus than I can possibly drink. I found a simple way to use this juice to make a very tasty wine that is very simple and easy to make. I use an empty, plastic 2 litre soda bottle. Wash the soda bottle so there is no soda residue left in it. Ad... More..
Hobbies & Games > Crafts (Other) Scary Halloween crafts for kids: 1 of 5
This is a cute Halloween "shrunken head" on a stick. It is a little messy so clear and area and watch the kids have fun for hours making all kinds of scary things out of paper mache. Have the children cut long strips from old newspaper and when they have a good size pile, have them gather up old balls or Styrofoam balls used ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood memories: 30 of 144
"Childhood Memories" The childhood memories I miss most is the feeling of your soft tummy where I would lay my head while you dried my tears after I had fallen and skinned my knee. You would lean over and put a kiss on it then cover it with the biggest bandage you could find. You would smile as I would greatly exagerate the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Beyond love: 8 of 32
"Beyond Love" With muzzle raised high my true and faithful friend faces South, from which death comes for me. Through the long night he watches over me as I sleep, so no creature whether winged or afoot, disturbs my rest. His low song of sorrow echoes in the still night air. As dawn approaches he lays his great head on my... More..
Other Is the absence of danger really safety?: 3 of 12
I have spent the last 40 years of my life trying to avoid danger and keep myself safe from harm. All I accomplished was to narrow my life to four walls with as little outside contact with the world as possible. Is this living? Am I really safe? The answer is no. Danger is a part of life, it is a risk we take everyday just bei... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sleep: 35 of 136
"Sleep" Too hard is this thing called sleep, for when I try I simply weep. The hours roll by with nary a blink but the hardest thing are those forty winks. Morning comes and I still have not slept but my pillow is wet from the tears I have wept. No dreams for me will this night hold ,and morning now comes creeping so b... More..