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I can't say that I know who it is I am - not really anyways.

A little more than 4 years ago, I suffered an exceptionally acute case of amnesia. It was potent to the degree that I could not recall the simplest of things. Not my name, my family, nor even my

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 39 of 181

Keeping the Dead Slings and slugs will drink down mugs of never a finer drink. Though they propose, like many a rose, to only after prick. Only after the sins and laughter will they put on their horns. To pierce, with truth so fierce, those wobbling to the thrones. Those revelations reveled in exclamations to be heard over t...
Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: Teenage love story: 10 of 22

The sun then out of sight left the dusk trembling from a cold October breeze. On the horizon houses and buildings sat still beneath an orange sky while cars dominated in the orchestra that played white noise. It had been thirty minutes since I stepped foot on the top of this building which was covered in millions of tiny sto...
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues The Temptation in the Garden of Eden: 18 of 36

The Fruit in Question I wish to argue that the fruit which got Adam and Eve into hot water was not an apple; a rather bland, commonplace fruit, that inspires no real desire. I think a rewrite of our conception is in order, one in which the apple becomes something else, some other fruit. First thing that comes to mind would b...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Modern world: 18 of 29

Late Mint-flavored fresh water, fresh wound from a broken glass of broken dreams. Cream pie memories, checking out the check score. We're glorious simple. We're amazing commonplace. Running alibi laps, sinking stranger ships. Sentencing sentences, hanging contrived commas. Breathing in the secondhand, breathing out vintage y...
Law & Justice > Lawyers & Legal Advice Should spreading an STD be a crime?: 4 of 6

Like with most other questions of this sort, the impulse reaction is Yes; Yes of course causing harm should be a crime, but of course, once again, the reasonable, rational answer is No. One shouldn’t penalize people who carry STIs (now the proper way to label STDs) for being irresponsible; them having the STI is punish...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Kiss and tell: 2 of 3

You Awkward Beet You’re everything that isn’t that matters of all things; there isn’t one that is as you as everything is this. The leaders moving slow in pursuit an awkward gait; you falling down the water spout disorganized, tilted dame. This mustn’t be as is, as couldn’t change at will; you w...
Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: A broken heart: 24 of 30

Driven to break, in a semi-detached two-bedroom house, all she could do was empty the garbage-cans and readjust the curtains. Nothing else made sense at the time. Screaming was out of the question, and there certainly wouldn't be any type of crying - no sobbing, no weeping, and no bawling. She felt that tears were for funera...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 83 of 102

Probabilities. "Open up! It's cold out here. Come on!" screamed a voice from the outside, as the exclamation marks suggest. It seemed to belong to a man, a man of about thirty years, maybe slightly less. "I know there is someone in there, I saw the lights. Please, I'll freeze." once again the same voice, though this time wit...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without your love: 17 of 17

Without your love Most cakes are pretty while some are naughty, and yet others minimalist. Most cakes taste sweet, while some are aberrations, and yet others simply dismal. Most cakes are special, while some are habitual, and yet others coerced. Love is just like cake. Without your love, I’d have cake.
Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: The dancer: 3 of 3

He chose the highest branch of the tallest tree in the rainforest. There he stood watching the sun slowly moving towards the horizon. The months of preparation weighing heavy as he waited for the moment of truth. He knew that any moment could see the coming of his potential sweetheart, that in a matter of minutes, if not sec...