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Fragments of a broken star embedded forever in the minds' eye.Prisms blanch a bright cascade snatched and shared ...
to no avail except an inner peace.For what creative muse
is satisfied with less?I cannot offer more.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Soul mates: 1 of 98
"Christmas kisses are the best." she said and snuggled into Big Ed's furry jacket . He looked down into Sammies ' face and tears formed in his eyes. Snow flurries nipped at their cheeks but Ed didn't feel anything but the warmth of his soon to be fiancee against his chest. It was Christmas Eve , and he wanted it to last forev... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 9 of 233
DRAWN AWAY.....With a stub of a pencil Jasper drew a weeping willow on a brown paper bag.His mother sat beside him ripping open another another one for herself.The wind whipped around the corners of the little log cabin as rain danced loudly on the wash tub in the back yard. Oil lamps flickered against the enclosing night an... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The diner: 3 of 41
Dana wiped down the counter at the A&W root beer and burger stand as fast as she could. She had a date . Dana never had dates. She was shaking with excitement . Dennis John Michael had asker her out tonight. He had gone out with every other girl at work and now he had even asked her. He had run his hand through his thick ... More..
Arts & Humanities > Writing at Helium (Other) An overview of Helium from a member's perspective: 4 of 52
Don't waste your time anywhere else. You will come back very disappointed.Helium is the best combination of peer feedback and reward writing anywhere around.Having tried writing on another site that allowed for written reviews,I found myselfdiscouraged and confused. The reviewers concentrated almost exclusively on grammar an... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My senior year in high school: 3 of 36
The entire high school watched as the six top artists painted against the clock.Each painter began his or her picture on a large canvas and painted for five minutes at which time the canvases were rotated to the left.The easels stood in a circle so that every part of the audience could see somebody working on their masterpiec... More..
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Poetry analysis: The Owl and The Pussycat, by Edward Lear: 1 of 12
Edward Lear wrote the nonsense song The Owl and the Pussycat for a particular little girl. Her name was Janet Symonds,the daughter of a close friend. The child was ill and Lear wanted to cheer her up.Lear noted in his diary,"Their little girl is unwell and all is sad". Lear lived in an age that especially needed to laugh. Vic... More..
Home & Garden > Home & Garden (Other) Tips for helping teens move: 1 of 11
Teens are the hardest people to move in the world. They hate everything to do with it.Most of all they hate leaving their friends. It is the time of their life when they depend heavily on their peer group for support . Moving a teen rocks their very foundation. It will be difficult but there are things you can do to make it ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My great, true, personal garden story: 38 of 393
"Dig right there child."Grandma Elsie said in her sing song southern drawl.I picked up the shovel with a sigh and dug deep into the sandy Florida soil.Another row of collards would soon join the other vegetables in her little garden.Every visit to Grandma's house included a work session in the "Garden of Life" as she laughing... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Adventures in life: 6 of 50
A canoe shot swiftly along the river where crocodiles lounged and bright birds circled overhead.The breathless jungle leaned out,taking every inch and wanting more.In the back of the canoe,Carla fought to stay conscious.She pressed her hand against the wound in her arm and prayed. Ahead of her the blue black skin of her nati... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Beyond the trees: 8 of 62
Prayer was her name,her Indian name. It was actually "Woman who Prays"but the white men simply called her Prayer. She had been found half dead by a missionary's wife who took her in and saved her soul. Prayer, however, was still Prayer.The sun set on the bright river as she washed her flowing hair in the current. The white wo... More..