- “What’s with the long face,” I said to my horse-faced son. Okay, that didn’t happen, nor does he have a horse's face, even though he’s the son of a jackass. My daughter, on the other hoof, doesn’t t...
By: Ping |
Category: Memoirs |
Score: 5|
Added: 05 Oct 2019
- Taranto. January 17 th , 1943 Maria stood on the quayside and watched the ship slowly disappearing into the distance, unaware of the approaching danger. Suddenly, her superior officer,...
By: AnnaMayZing |
Category: Drama |
Score: 5|
Added: 16 Feb 2019
- The dugout canoes were overloaded as they were paddled up the Niger River by the two guides. The freeboard of the canoes was minimal. They weren’t meant to hold three Americans. I was the heaviest an...
By: Wordpusher715 |
Category: Memoirs |
Score: 5|
Added: 03 Feb 2019
- Tripoli. May 26 th 1942 Several minutes had elapsed before the overwhelmed sisters were able to relax enough to relinquish their grip on each other. So emotional were they that they ju...
By: AnnaMayZing |
Category: Drama |
Score: 5|
Added: 01 Sep 2018
- My papa died My mama died Were carried off By men in white Scary men with masks I don't feel well But I must dwell In dust and dirt A lonely hell They see, but no-one asks They will not aid They ar...
By: paulus |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 4.5|
Added: 01 Dec 2014
- "Woman want baby. Woman want JuJu.” “What?” “JuJu. It’s magic. African magic, white or black.” “I don’t want black magic, Tutu.” Tutu smiled. “Here,” she said. “Have this.” Tutu gave me a ...
By: steffanie |
Category: Flash Fiction |
Score: 4.7|
Added: 22 May 2014
- A father toiling beneath a sky of gruesome darkness Merciless sun on his back, a storm in his heart. A mother burying her child with dignified acquiescence, Body too beat-dow...
By: Sherzahd |
Category: Drama |
Score: 5|
Added: 01 Jul 2013
- The fat evangelist stuttered when he talked, but he sang when he preached-ah. He sang-ah the sin-ah out of the sinners heart-ah. He sang wallets out of purses and back pockets. He sang deep emotions o...
By: fallingdove |
Category: Flash Fiction |
Score: 4.3|
Added: 05 Mar 2013
- What is it to be South African? Who are we this multiracial nation? Broken down and reformed Tottering around like a child learning to walk Every little thing seems to push us down But we get up ...
By: Louise |
Category: Poetry |
Score: 5|
Added: 21 Dec 2010