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Hi, my name is Aaron and i have been writing sporadicly for about eighteen years. I have written many poems, several short stories and two novels. I am currently writing my third Novel, although it is slow progress.
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 18 of 458

The View I sit here on these jagged rocks Looking out across the sea. A strange black hound lies on the ground Its head rested on my knee. Jagged rocks, jagged rocks, There's so little purchase there. And yet the Lichen grows in veins Like dried and faded hair. The Lichen in their many shades Of orange, red and yellow Share ...
Sciences > Anthropology (Other) Assessing the future of human evolution: 2 of 32

Assessing the Future of Human Evolution. Evolution has seen man do well since the first Algae like life began releasing oxygen into our atmosphere. The genes that build and bind our bodies together have survived and evolved to endure everything the world has cooked up to challenge us with. But now mankind has reached a point...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 90 of 1171

Her Presence It's late at night the room is dark I'm lying here beside her. Moonlight sparks between the clouds And races here to find her. Its silver gilt slips up the quilt And lingers in her presence. Her skin in light perfumes the night Its sent reveals her essence. My head it rests upon my arm White and cold and bare. H...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 78 of 630

Being me In a field sits a man Alone and afraid It's dark and cold A rain beats down Ice and water But the rain makes no sound Nor the wind on the grass The man tries to stand But the earth pulls him back Harder and harder The more he strains against its hold The moon looks down As do all the little stars Their heads shake i...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 166 of 1148

Family Fiend I knew her mother well Long before her time Skin like milk, rose petal lips I longed to make her mine. Her inner thighs were soft and smooth Her breasts so full and lush I controlled her mind, her body too Her will was mine to crush. For centuries now I've stalked them here In this house they call their home And...
Entertainment > TV Genres & Trends Fiction vs. reality TV: 4 of 22

Fiction Vs Reality TV Since 1999 and the first airing of Big Brother in the Netherlands there has been a strong debate as to the value of Reality television Vs the more tradition, fictional TV shows, such as the dramas and sitcoms that most of us have grown with. In fact today, as more and more reality shows hit our screens,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poems for children: 43 of 213

The Biscuit Tin The biscuit tin it stands upon the kitchen shelf so high. Its doughy goods are so well hid it makes him want to cry. Arm stretched out he reaches up. For the cookies he must try. Custard cream or Jaffa cake but they are just too high. With determined grin, eyes on the tin, he sets across the floor. He holds o...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Fantasy: 16 of 79

10 Things you should never do when facing a Dark Wizard. My name is Ort the Knobbly, although it was once Ort the Magnificent. I am what you might call an old horse. I have been fighting Dark wizards since I was old enough to suck on the handle of a battle axe and over the years I have learned a thing or two about dealing wi...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Horror: 15 of 73

Paul tossed and turned. It didn't seem to matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get to sleep. For one, Mary's last moments haunted his mind. The image of her sobbing as she tied the sheet around her neck made his body physically cringe. His mind jumped from image to image. The arrest, Mary's death, the face of the man fr...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Fantasy: 85 of 359

The large metal doors slid back and Garamar cautiously entered the arena. It was dark and the smell of death seemed to emanate from all around the enclosure. Garamar could just make out some strange shadows moving across the floor around him. Trying not to let the shadows throw him too much he slowly and cautiously moved to ...