Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: What my dog means to me

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My first dog was a mangy looking cross breed between a hound and a lab. Mygrandfather called him Hobo because he wandered into our yard one day and found him a cool place to take a nap. He was by all means the ugliest dog I had ever seen, of course; I didn't have much to compare him too. I was five years young and had only se... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood

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LEMONADEWhen I was about seven years old, I met an old black woman. She lived in the back woods near the river where my Grandfather and I fished occasionally.Her home looked as if it may have been a fishing cabin at one time; it was wood frame and had a small porch that was warped in the middle. The wood planks were rotted an... More..

Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Life

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WAITINGwaiting begins at the moment of conception. In the womb, a cell is forming and waiting on the remarkable process in human life that decides its gender.Waiting is the one single action that can not be avoided by any living thing on the planet.Humans, although; who are most annoyed by it, and will go to great lengths to ... More..

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