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First Fight - Ch 7 of 7

- The End My father who is working as a nurse at that time, he went to the brother’s house, possibly with my grandfather. Makes a talk of peace, after explaining the situation about me protecting m...

By: SWARM | Category: Adventure | Score: 5| Added: 07 Sep 2017

First Fight - Ch 6 of 7

- My First Fight I honestly cannot remember what happens next or what I was doing before this occasion. This event just stands out of its own from start to finish. I will never forget this moment i...

By: SWARM | Category: Adventure | Score: 5| Added: 06 Sep 2017

First Fight - Ch 5 of 7

- School Break The math teacher scribbles some numbers on the chalkboard. Each tap of the white chalk against the board and each drop of white ashes was like a count down to an execution. She's al...

By: SWARM | Category: Adventure | Score: 5| Added: 05 Sep 2017

First Fight - Ch 4 of 7

- Good Morning “Wake up Vincent,” said my grandmother. Envious of my little brother still sleeping on the straw mattress, the smell of mosquito coil is vacuumed out from the wooden balconies door....

By: SWARM | Category: Adventure | Score: 4.7| Added: 04 Sep 2017

First Fight - Ch 3 of 7

- The House of Pain The old man smiles finally someone who bought the house has returned. He wonders if a jeep still there? With a mix of curiosity how he knows this without being there, how did he...

By: SWARM | Category: Adventure | Score: 5| Added: 03 Sep 2017

First Fight - Ch 2 of 7

- The New Kids on the Block   “Here he comes… run!” I shouted. And Nestor dodges Michael who was about to touch him. Nestor ran back to our base. “That was a close one!” he laughs. They already h...

By: SWARM | Category: Adventure | Score: 5| Added: 02 Sep 2017

First Fight - Ch 1 of 7

- Kung Fu Night Saturday night. The screaming kicks and the punches that keep missing against the head of an old master made the kids wants to join his school. Our leg’s skins against the cold surf...

By: SWARM | Category: Adventure | Score: 4.5| Added: 01 Sep 2017

My little adventure

- In my childhood, I had lived in a house without neighbours, so I raised up in a calm sphere, only my brother who I had played with all the time. I felt as I lived in a desolate world. When I was eig...

By: meryem | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 24 Apr 2017

The Lollipop Gangster

- It was the turn of the century before bubble gum filled lollipops had become the obsession of every Zambian child. Cola flavoured lollipops were all the rage back then. I would never quite go as far ...

By: Vuto_MSK | Category: Memoirs | Score: 5| Added: 20 Apr 2017

Pastoral Visit

- "You've been good today, so when we get home, you c'n have some ice cream." Aunt Charlotte holds his hand as they walk out of the white clapboarded church into the spring air. Up ahead, at the foot ...

By: LarryFNigh | Category: Humor | Score: 5| Added: 18 Apr 2017

Innocence

- Her imagination is beautiful  So precious in all she is Please don't change a thing  Always wanting a hug and a kiss The stories are endless  Changing every time Dancing on a big stage  Or singing a...

By: tonyal | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.9| Added: 06 Apr 2017

Message in A Bottle

- Being a kid, no one minds him as he collects wine bottles around the neighborhood. Every night, he carefully takes out a piece of paper and scribbles anything that comes to his mind. Sometimes a rhy...

By: HazelsHeaven | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 4.9| Added: 24 Feb 2017

Mama Didn’t Show Me How to Cope - Chapter 1

- I had about five minutes to think this over. Picture this: I’m sitting in the bathroom taking a dump, I have a case of diarrhea and stomach cramping due to having a stomach infection that occurred rig...

By: marigolds | Category: Memoirs | Score: 5| Added: 24 Jun 2016

Mama Didn’t Show Me How to Cope

- I. Depression /dəˈpreSH(ə)n/ noun A mental condition characterized by feelings of severe despondency and dejection, typically also with feelings of inadequacy and guilt, often accompanied by...

By: marigolds | Category: Memoirs | Score: 5| Added: 23 Jun 2016

Buttercup

- I’m not very good at drawing. I can get by, but it’s not exactly my strong point. That being the case, to be able to look back and say, “I won a prize for my artwork,” is quite an achievement. Admit...

By: Welshdreamer42 | Category: Memoirs | Score: 4.7| Added: 21 Jun 2016

Your Doll

- I was not "your doll".  I wasn't a toy that sat on a shelf.  Yet you played with me And dressed me accordingly. All I have for both of you Is immeasurable contempt.  You used me and denied me my chi...

By: starchild | Category: Poetry | Added: 30 Nov 2015

Live Like You're Dying

- It starts with a doctor's appointment- nothing bizarre, just something routine.  And then they walk in  and there's this look and you know, you know something is wrong. It begins with another do...

By: Colors_of_the_Wind | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 19 Oct 2015

Faces of my Past

- I do dwell too often on the past about things I had no control If I told all it would likely flabbergast these memories from so long ago I am ashamed when being asked of the things that happene...

By: CKAcres | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 11 Sep 2015

Him

- In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my drea...

By: CKAcres | Category: Memoirs | Score: 4.9| Added: 02 Aug 2015

The Garden

- “Your father loves you.” My mother spoke for him, but he didn’t look up from his work, nor smiled. I never could understand what he was doing after dinner when occupied at the kitchen table in the eve...

By: burtonbeerman | Category: General | Score: 4.2| Added: 13 May 2015

Blue Eyes

- Her hands tremble, running through her hair in an anxious gesture. The alien four walls around her seem to be pressing closer the longer she stays here; compressing all of the echos of words, all of h...

By: Colors_of_the_Wind | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 4.9| Added: 12 Apr 2015

Breaking Out of The Cocoon

- I have read and reread stories I have written, Of people and of places that once had meaning. It seems as though there is a disconnect As I can no longer feel the emotion in those mom...

By: scotiaWillow | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.8| Added: 03 Feb 2015

When I was Small

- When I was small: My mom looked out the kitchen window at the Mission Mountains. “They are so large today. The Sheep’s Head is so amazing. Pumpkin, come here.” She lifted me to the window. I saw...

By: fallingdove | Category: Memoirs | Score: 5| Added: 24 Jan 2015

Prisoner of a Present

- "It's not what it looks like," he said, confused at the anguished face of Doria. He had bought her a T-shirt as Christmas present that read "Lovable Friend". Perhaps she has taken it wrong because ...

By: AshTrayFiasco | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 4.4| Added: 08 Jan 2015

Locked

- It is a windswept house; yet still. The windowless walls are impenetrable; the lone tenant doesn’t bother to try the door, any more than she would aim a camera at the sky to make sure it’s the...

By: blackvamp1 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.3| Added: 13 Oct 2014

The Misunderstood

- As a child she was always the fat kid the one everyone always made fun of. The one who tried to show kindness and empathy but all it got her was hurt. At age 5 tried defending herself from a pee...

By: aussie_kitty77 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.9| Added: 12 Jul 2014

The Sad Woman

- Standing outside the curio shop looking through the display window, Tanya watched the woman standing at the counter inside. She had sad eyes. She wondered what had happened in the woman’s life to make...

By: Sparkle | Category: General | Score: 4.9| Added: 11 Jul 2014

Alphabet Soup

- You've been playing outside in the snow for the past half hour, and even with the gloves on your hands, they are frozen, and so's the rest of you. Your dad opens the door and you rush inside to find a...

By: Colors_of_the_Wind | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 23 Sep 2013

To Fear Worms

- The toddler in diapers was screaming at the door of the cheap white trailer-house. "I think his diapers need changed." My mom looked across the street with concern. We were digging worms from the f...

By: fallingdove | Category: Musings | Score: 4.8| Added: 29 Jul 2013

Anasazi- Manic Depression

- ***I want to add something, as an edit, because it has been brought to my attention by a friend on here that this prose-poem could be taken badly. I do not mean,  at all  that people with manic depr...

By: Colors_of_the_Wind | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.6| Added: 30 Jun 2013

Mindy Learns (part one)

- My name is Mindy. I'm five years old. My hair is long and brown. I live with my mommy. She says my hair is pretty. She says I'm pretty, too. My mommy has to work a lot. I miss her but I get to stay wi...

By: LarryFNigh | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 4.7| Added: 31 May 2013

My Selfish Mother

- If my mother were still alive she would be 92 years old, twenty-six years my senior. Every Mother’s Day I fondly remember how well she took care of me. How she cooked and vacuumed and did my laundry a...

By: rantingsenior | Category: Humor | Score: 4.6| Added: 11 May 2013

The Closed Cosy World Of Just A Six Year Old

- The Closed Cosy World Of Just A Six Year Old A life time in a day- A life in the day time Being too low for anybody to look you square- makes it impossible for anybody to directly say anything...

By: Livingroom11 | Category: General | Score: 3.5| Added: 02 May 2013

Gaming

- I’ve been driving myself nuts trying to find a replacement Dreamcast. A few months ago, the controller port broke, so I’ve been looking for a faulty one, in order to save some money and fix my current...

By: Circle_Something | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 22 Apr 2013

Her Life in Colour

- Her Life in Colour Sketches and doodles. Soups and pot noodles, these are the things of her day. Artistic licence is what she most craves, doing "her stuff" in her very own way. She...

By: bri54 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.8| Added: 22 Apr 2013

I Swear

- I Swear England. South Shields, 1967. I leaned against our back gate, acting the big man in front of the bloke next door. Mouthing off to him and swearing even though he'd already complained a co...

By: bri54 | Category: Memoirs | Score: 4.1| Added: 13 Apr 2013

Dreams Flying Away

- "Mommy, I wanna be a princess when I grow up!" Her mom smiles, "You're already a princess, sweetie." "Really, Mommy? I'm a princess?" "Of course, honey, you're my little princess." ***** Ten ...

By: Colors_of_the_Wind | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 4.5| Added: 08 Mar 2013

Philena- The Ways of Emotions

- I watched. I slipped. I fell. We unraveled; shattered. Irrepareable. -Ellen Hopkins, Identical. Sometimes families aren't how they appear People hide behind smiles, laughs, lies People hid...

By: Colors_of_the_Wind | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.3| Added: 11 Feb 2013

Tea Time With Gran

- The bubbling pot The silver ball Full of fragrant leaves Steeping… steeping… Pretty saucers Matching cups Linen napkins Finger cakes Silver service Fancy tray Table cloth ...

By: auburn_angel | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.5| Added: 09 Feb 2013

Warped Journey

- So you want to know what lurks inside my head I extend to you my hand I warn it is not pretty Come journey with me to the depths within my head This place of loss I dwell welcome to where I dream ...

By: ToeTagJaneDoe | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.3| Added: 09 Oct 2012

Cotton Candy Sky

- Cotton candy sky this morning, sailors need not take warning. Pastel heavens, blues and pinks. Start of a stunning day, me thinks. Sounds, smells of a carnival here, similes, within my mind appear...

By: CKAcres | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 02 Sep 2012

The Cruet Set

- The Cuet Set. This winter afternoon my grandson, Rowan, asked to play with my salt and pepper cruet in the form of two people arms open to be hugged. Yes I said but be careful don’t bas...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Poetry | Score: 3.4| Added: 08 Feb 2012

Mum They Said I Killed Jesus

- Mum they said I killed Jesus I said as I came home from school How can they say that I’m only eleven What would it be 2000 years ago and I am not free To say I am different ...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.6| Added: 06 Feb 2012

A place of refuge

- Four years old; I stepped into my place of mystery; of escape and refuge from an angry mother, and passed from a world of concrete and buildings to walk on earthy, soft, wild walk...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 21 Jan 2012

Somehow Brought Up

- Somehow brought up on the rules of the game Somehow brought up to the plate Somehow brought up to look straight in the eye Somehow brought up to lead off the base Somehow brought up to...

By: MarkButkus | Category: Poetry | Score: 3.8| Added: 20 Nov 2011

The blue and white striped cup (2nd Chapter)

- Claire sat drawing with her wax crayons whilst her mother pushed pieces of meat and stale bread down into the top of the metal meat grinder with one hand and turned the handle with the other. Clair...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Drama | Score: 4| Added: 24 Aug 2011

The Raft

- "I can't!" My voice, high and strident, carries out across the water. "Sure you can; come on, try." My sister's voice, low and calm, comes to me clearly. "No, I can't." "But you did last year." La...

By: gypsy | Category: General | Score: 5| Added: 15 Dec 2010 Audio version available Editor's Pick

Childhood Lost

- What is the price of a childhood lost? And who is the one to pay the cost? For the child who's often left alone, And forced to grow up on their own, Left at home without a reason why, While mommy goes...

By: DirtyMartini | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 27 Oct 2010

Faded Colors

- I spread out my mother's dust-filled, leather-bound, two ton photo album on my lap. It was still a fading blue color even after all these years. The front cover had a gold engraved inscription; "Fri...

By: Love_Always | Category: Drama | Score: 4.8| Added: 23 Aug 2010