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I have a general interest in history, which has a bend towards women's history in particular. I've worked at a book store for over two years while maintaining a job at a grocery store. If I ever manage to pull away from the grocery store, I hope to take advantage

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Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Meaning of life: 2 of 122
The resurrection of a Dead PoetThe poet had died before her birth. She had been stagnant in an emotional abyss, in the realm of lost souls - pools of unspent tears and coddled fears. It was as if all that the poet had was fear, and she had let that fear drown her. The poet was born of discovered torment, lying dormant in wint... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds: 3 of 154
Footfalls hushing piney land, Dainty treks the narrow path,Searching for her father's hand,She had sifted through the sand, Divided time, added math,Footfalls hushing piney land,Feet the journey does command, Conquer the havoc of wrath,Searching for her father's hand,Sun through canopy's have tanned, The old man's gray epitap... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Police: 1 of 27
The summer sun was high as I stirred among the rocks down at the creek by my house. Under the bridge I noticed a great heap of a gray and green blur. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was an old man in a green coat. He had long, gray-brown hair matted to his scalp. A gray beard jutted from his chin like a flattened, ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Work: 1 of 25
I arrived at work just before noon and got soaked walking across the parking lot. I put my mace key chain in my apron pocket, and already the nozzle was ice cold. The KEN'S MARKET sign on the marquee buckled and popped in the increasing wind. The red letters swayed back and forth, sparks shooting out of the quivering letter K... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: The concept of time: 4 of 46
As time is a fact of reality which no sane person can deny, I am certain that it is something that we all consider at some point in our lives. There comes a point when one wonders about time and how we, as individuals, fit into it. A time when we wonder a little deeper than how long it takes to drive to work so we can set the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 88 of 531
The wise hawkers ripped Plato's title page;Hid yellowed paper behind burned ear ticklers,Expounded ancient graffiti in historical error,Labeled the wisdom seekers as insubordinate,And I failed "I can't 101" in the ninth grade.The master was ill,The sub preached Hitler,I thought him wrong,I failed "I can't 101"Or did I?The gra... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Historical fiction: 7 of 40
The bullets screamed over Luke's head, lodging in the sparse trees and writhing bodies around him with a forceful finality. Shrieks of pain met him at every turn as he crawled towards camp. He had been sent up to the front lines with a message for Brigadier Simon Fraser from General Burgoyne. He wasn't able to locate Fraser a... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Family: 6 of 33
When I was a small girl, I spent many summer days watching my grandfather. He was very fascinating to me because he was always busy doing something that a city girl like me rarely had occasion to observe. I can remember him sawing dead branches from one of his fruit trees and watching him patch the bare spot with tar to keep ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Animal stories for children: 19 of 98
Hi, my name is Lisa Louise. I am an anole lizard. An anole lizard can change colors. I am in the first grade. I like school, but let me tell you about what happened on my first day.When I got to school, I was very nervous. My skin started to change colors. I was green, yellow, gray, brown and green again.Juan Iguana sat next ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Despondency: 2 of 10
I wish to pour failure into a whiskey glass, To plead "Doctor, Doctor, feed me,"Run naked passed the town's high class, Force-feed my body to high degrees,It's a mighty, dense, shadow here, He who swallows my dreams in tow,Has struck from lofty heights without fear, Of hiding in the dark cave below,I harvest light from darken... More..