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About me - Daniel Cawthorne

Well, what is there to say? I'm a writer who enjoys invoking emotion in other people by writing stories; storie that usually involve love, hatred, pain, death, or all of the above.

I currently work in a totebag factory. I don't enjoy it, but I don't exactly

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Religion & Spirituality > Comparative Religion Comparison of the World's religions: 1 of 9

Religion, in any form, will always be a hot topic that is strongly debated. Some will say that religion is just for the weak so they can have some kind of comfort. Some will say that religion is important but not any specific one. Others will say that they have the truth and, therefore, the others are unimportant. However, w...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Writing: 8 of 41

My hand, grasping the pen loosely, traced figures lightly upon the notebook, a tribute to the nothingness in my mind. My hand ached with a purely mental ache, the ache to write something, to write some form of art; nothing normal though, anyone could write a poem or story. There is a capacity within each of us to do anything...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On abortion: 29 of 93

A pained embrace to dull the senses. A mercy kill to lower defenses. After all, it was but love. A brief nose kiss to blind the eyes. Slight brushed lips to hide the lies. After all, it was but love. A cold, lonesome room. A guilty heart. The word 'love' used to play the part. After all, it was but love. A cherished gift ope...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 111 of 277

His Daddy... A man he never knew. A fleeting shadow in his life, A vague half-truth. The fact he knew, The truth he felt His Dad loved with fists feet, sticks, and belts. "I love you." These words a fantasy. Never was he chastised, He was beaten 'til insanity... It seemed a sweet release ...insanity. The escape from a rabid ...
Religion & Spirituality > Religion & Spirituality (Other) Should one's faith influence a citizen's vote?: 82 of 192

How can one possibly make any decision NOT based on what one believes? The very idea is ludicrous. Each man, woman, boy, and girl is influenced by what they believe. The very fact that one would vote yes or no in this very poll shows that everyone will let their beliefs influence them in what they vote for. If you choose yes...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Valentine's Day: 18 of 28

His heart was pounding as he mentally reviewed what he was about to do. Jump the fence, pick the flower. Jump the fence, pick the flower. His name was Bob and he was about to jump the fence and pick the flower. He swung his arms back and forth as if that motion would somehow carry him and his girth over the fence. With a hel...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Bad days: 38 of 52

To Do List Call Mom. CHECK Breathe. CHECK Have A Great Day. Well, the couch was rather comfortable. To get up would mean to face the harsh reality that seemed to be the sole element of his life. He thought hard. As I thought, he thought, I can't think of a worse day than this. This year, anyhow. He sighed. He rolled over. He...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Despair: 25 of 33

Despair! Glorious, Glorious Despair! Come sit by me, let us talk for a while Let's pretend, oh, yes! let's laugh and smile And all the time we put on a show like nothings changed You have your part, I have mine and it's all the same Hear the sigh? The sound of utter apathy It's hard to search for an ever after happily Throug...
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues Is there room in Christianity for other beliefs?: 33 of 43

A most emphatic "No!' I have been called many things. I have been called narrow, fundamental, a tool, a sociopath, a Sith (yes, from star wars), and more...all from professing Christians. Why? Because three-fourths of everyone that calls themselves Christian is headed for eternal punishment a lake of fire. This is a sad stat...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Allegories: 8 of 10

He sits on the bench inside the town jailhouse, rotting away, hoping he'll die before he stands on the platform, and wait his turn in line for the gallows. As he sits he hears the now familiar sound of a rope pulling taut and the strangled, attempted breathing of a man on death row. He sighs. He wonders why he is here, what ...