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- When it all started, 'we the people' objected. We called them an infringement on our liberty, a thief of identity. They were uncomfortable, unfriendly, and altogether alien in this land of the free. ...

By: VikaJ93 | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 24 Sep 2020

Pizza Identity

- I was sitting inside at a table with a few children, and we were doing puzzles. It was so hot that we, the teachers, had made the executive decision to bring the kids inside and just chill out. We ha...

By: LauraDanielle | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 22 Feb 2020


- Ordinary Very Not beautiful At all So what about her Scares me Invades My inner calm? Disturbs my sense Of what I am Who I thought Myself to be Forced to face And not avoid The truth of...

By: TaliaRussell | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 27 Jun 2017

Order and Chaos

- Order is the semblance of understanding, like a sturdy ship upon which we sail precariously above the oceans of suppressed concerns. The steady sway of the ocean can appear as an alluring expanse of...

By: LEMF | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 4.5| Added: 30 Mar 2017

Genders, Genitals and Gripes

- As most of you know, I am a man. I wear nail polish and have my hair long. I occasionally wear makeup and crossdress a little bit. As traditional gender roles go, I’ve eschewed most of them. I don’t s...

By: Circle_Something | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 14 Oct 2016


- Once By the flame flare in your eyes With pupils drawn I realized As you lit that cigarette Fire taking hold Upon its end Tendril smoke curls up And out Tobacco sulphur scents Swirl 'round That You...

By: TaliaRussell | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 12 Mar 2016

The Identity of Joyce Whitman

- Joyce tapped a pen against the IRS Auditor’s desk nervously. The dark haired auditor was quietly reading from a stack of papers. “So, this year you have worked in twelve states, earning $448,227 dol...

By: fallingdove | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 23 May 2015

Another Heavenly Flower Blooms

- Another Heavenly Flower Blooms { The scriptures tell us we will have a new name in Glory} By Don Ford We see our garden flowers in bloom. They brighten up a summer’s d...

By: dgford | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 06 Jul 2014

The Flag Waved

- It all happened on a morning when I was a little late in my daily outing. Fast walking down the trail I came to the little bridge over the first stream I always passed in my daily jaunt. I was approac...

By: Survivor | Category: Mystery | Score: 5| Added: 25 Jun 2013

I Am

- This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I am Nothing. And Something. Something and Nothing That float in the ether, Shadows of grace on the a...

By: Daisy | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.7| Added: 26 Dec 2012

My Almost Intimate Massage

- « Did the Waitress Just Wink at Me? Today, dear readers, the exploration of my sexual identity continues. As you loyal bloggies — if people who write blogs are bloggers, those who read them mus...

By: magnificent1rascal | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 4.6| Added: 17 Oct 2012

Rock a by baby

- I woke drowsy, my baby crying; reaching out I rocked her singing, to my small sweet babe, and my husband woke in my arms, soothed and surprised. I screamed, “you aren’t my baby!” Sleep...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 09 Feb 2012

Adolescent Blues

- Teenage Blues Claire had two reasons to feel miserable in autumn 1963. She had just started the third secondary school she had attended since she was eleven; and her mother had put her on a strict ...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Drama | Score: 5| Added: 31 Aug 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: 3.8| Added: 24 Aug 2011

Who are we, the misplaced people?

- 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