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I've opened my own business! Finally! The link shows on this page under MY Links. It's so exciting to be doing something I've always wanted to do instead of working at a job I have to do. Wish me luck one and all.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tales of horror: 2 of 197

The Ultimate Diet "Can you believe I once ate like that?" Carol grimaced at the television commercial spouting the praises of fat-laden burgers and fries at the local fast food chain. She raised her cup, sipping the brew lightly. "Oooh, that's still a bit too warm," she whispered. "Honestly, Gabe, I once ate all that type of...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Family memories: 1 of 80

Mama's breathless appearance in the living room doorway would have made Loretta Young proud in her heyday. She grinned ear to ear and could scarce contain the news she carried. "Mary, you'd better spill it before you bust wide open," said Daddy, pretending to be interested though his eyes kept wandering back to the new black...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I long for you: 6 of 328

Swans upon the lake of glass gliding in their silence past. Gazebo lends a regal air and I sweep upon its stair. Blossoms fill the open tent with their cherry blossom scent. Tranquility in nature's breast, pulling me to sit and rest. Rays of sun adorn the bench, songs of birds my anger quench. You should be here at my side, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Circle of life: 1 of 47

Present, Past and Future Great grandpa's home in desolation stands on a hill in isolation. Weathered boards shrunken with cold admit winter winds blowing bold. Mortar from the chimney crumbles; a shingle from its rooftop tumbles. Feathered snow sweeps 'cross the hill Coming winter's teasing chill. Stodgy, crusted wrought iro...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Children's stories: 7 of 300

"What are you?" asked Rita Rabbit. Peter Platypus squeaked and jumped in the air. He hadn't heard the rabbit hop up behind him. "Don't do that!" he scolded the stranger. "What do you mean, what am I? Why I'm a platypus, Peter Platypus. Who and what are you?" "Silly, I'm a rabbit. My name is Rita. I've never seen anybody who ...
Relationships & Family > Domestic Violence & Abuse Is it easier to walk away or stay with a partner who is violent?: 1 of 42

This is yet another of those double-edged sword questions. Easier isn't the word I'd use for staying with or leaving a violent partner. The logical preference is walking away, but the abuser will do everything in his/her power to prevent the victim from leaving. Bullies need someone to bully. They have their very own person ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Journeys: 1 of 35

The wind had come up somethin' fierce the night before, tearing Johnny Ray's canvass off his already rickety wagon. Supplies showed through the remaining framework. "Guess the rest of the trip will have to wait a spell," Johnny Ray said, his soft twang punctuating his words. "Ya'll jest go ahead and me and Mary Lee'll join y...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humanity: 5 of 169

Casting My Net I cast my net of anger; it returned full of bile. I cast my net of gossip; it returned full of self-loathing. I cast my net of revenge; it returned full of pain. I cast my net of cheating; it returned full of ignorance. I cast my net of doubt; it returned full of fear. Looking back on my legacy, I turned my li...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Purpose: 2 of 64

If you had but a day in time to make your mark in life, would you waste it with tears or cast your lot with strife? Would you hold your loved ones near and whisper of your joy in knowing each and every one or with your last moments toy? Would you set the record straight on arguments from the past, or end your life here on Ea...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A dog's perspective on life: 2 of 38

I came into my new dwelling rather late in life. I spent my first years in a big woods, where food was whatever I could catch and home came in the form of a space under an overhanging rock. Life ran sweet until the pack of wild dogs came, looking for new territory and refusing my request to join them. The leader challenged m...