Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature

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Solitary TreeA hundred horrid ants crawl one by one, across the blackened bark,The irritating fly, as always, is accompanied by ten more like it,The galahs screaming, a hysterical noise overhead,Like a barely contained riot, they squabble amongst the sparse leaves.A great sea of grey salt bush encircles a solitary tree,No goo... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The people you meet on buses, subways, and trains

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the bus stop"Good morning." Said the man cheerfully. She hadn't heard him approaching. She had been sitting there at the bus stop, alone until now. She wore a simple red dress and had a hand-decorated cloth bag in her lap. "Do you know when the next bus to the city comes by?" He looked at least sixty, and was wearing a greeni... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society

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Dry Bones.Skeletal girl with blistered feet,Standing on sun-bleached stones.Pretty pastels; blue and pink.Long flowing skirt,Hardly moves in the still and stifling air.No hint of make up,Little more than skin and bones.Faded pink plastic bracelet,Twice wrapped in loose circles round her narrow wrist.Huge black art folder whic... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love

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Heart of WaxThe waxen heart in waning hand,A gift of love is all but spurned,It does not ask, nor does't demand,But on love's altar has been burned.A gift of love is all but spurned,As hope will keep forever on,But on love's altar has been burned,And time, a fire, which burneth long.As hope will keep forever on,But hope defer... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy

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The Tale of Alathimble SpaydOne dank and dreary afternoon, atop a wretched sandy dune,Whilst sucking slop from wooden spoon, sat Alathimble Spayd.And though he'd lately paused to eat, from scraping dung off yonder street,Six generations to repeat, his h'reditary trade.And pet pig Seldon nosed about quite close to where he lai... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Wedding stories

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Table NineBloody weddings', Jack grumbled under his breath.Your name, sir?', the woman repeated for a third time. This time through her teeth. The fact that she was maybe a quarter of Jack's size didn't stop her from looking down on him, figuratively speaking.Jack twisted in his sweaty, over-starched collar. It had been excee... More..

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