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Raised in the wildneress of Borneo by wild yaks, Sarah Terzo entered civilization after being found by two Hari Krishnas on sabbatical. After a lenghty stay at Bellvue Mental Hospital, she moved to New Jersey where she keeps busy collecting ceramic chinchillas,

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Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues A Christian's view on abortion: 4 of 13
Christians have many beliefs concerning how to live out their religious faith. Some agree with infant baptism, some do not. Some view salvation as being strictly by faith, others consider good works to be vital also. But the one uniting factor among all Christian denominations is that they believe in Jesus, and take his words... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer: 40 of 125
"Summer Snapshot" School's end, happy June day. The bright balloons rise in our stomaches. The freedom, oh the freedom, can make anyone turn cartwheels. Cold droplets explode like fireworks on skin sweet impacts, we dance. All summer in a moment in that first blissful shock. Just that one instant a random snapshot giggles ... More..
Entertainment > Movie Reviews Movie reviews: The Happening (2008): 9 of 28
M. Night Shyamalan's The Happening was eagerly anticipated by many people. I myself was eager to see this film. I hoped for another classic like The Sixth Sense. After a truly disastrous Lady in the Water, I was eager for a good story.WellI really don't think I can say it had a good story. The premise is simple, really - - a ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good vs. evil: 12 of 37
Lychanthrope My dreams and daydreams whisper the way of fang and claw inevitable as the moon is round. I, Born for a second time pray in silence, weep by day can't contain the wolf that lives inside me. I can only offend my Alpha, my King. Longing to tear flesh I stalk through night. Hunt city streets in alleyw... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bullies: 9 of 27
"The Pack" This is their fierce circle. They range round the bloodstained snow. Reclining on hairy paws. With their claws and things sharper. They wouldn't like the comparison With their costumes in yellows and blues. Their fastidiously applied war paint. And the chanting that comes with the territory. Carefully orchestra... More..
Entertainment > Movie Reviews Movie reviews: 3:10 to Yuma: 6 of 18
This review reveals major details of the movie's plot.A number of people had recommended 3:10 to Yuma to me, encouraging me to rent it. Even though I'm not a big fan of Westerns, I decided to check it out. The film has gotten many good reviews from various sources, and obviously many people enjoyed it. I, however, was disappo... More..
Entertainment > Movie Reviews Movie reviews: Coyote Ugly: 2 of 6
Coyote Ugly has Little CharmCoyote Ugly (2000) presumes to be a coming-of-age story about a young woman who goes to New York to pursue a career as a songwriter. Violet Sanford (played by Piper Perabo) leaves her father (John Goodman) behind when she moves from a small town in New Jersey to New York. She gets a small apartment... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Technology: 10 of 28
"Technology" Numerous brown or gray or black with yellow Cycling aimlessly in our in ground pools Crawling beneath our feet on the patio or the attic stairs. They wander in the sky, free as ghosts cut of from some mortal body. Taking to the air with ease. Buzzing fluttering gliding leaping Raising many-colored win... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Family conflict: 25 of 68
The Death Notebook White. You would think nothingness would be black, but all I see around me is white. I turn around, but it's as if white sheets are hanging everywhere. I can almost see them billowing. I stretch out my hand, but I feel nothing. I'm not surprised. I hear a voice. It is unlike any voice I have ever heard. I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Comfort: 13 of 35
Upon the Grass In the deep brown grass I close my eyes Seize solitude and descend, until the insects chirping in the blades sing peace. And as a child, I do not care. The ants that march beneath my long blond hair do not scare me as they tunnel, winding in their labyrinths safe in the earth's dark womb. Warmth on my face Li... More..