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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 19

-   Benghazi   . December 08 th 1941   After the death of her friends, Maria threw everything she had into her work. She knew deep inside that she could not have done anything to prevent t...

By: AnnaMayZing | Category: Drama | Score: 5| Added: 19 Feb 2018

Summer

- Summer Walking hand in hand. Two young lovers. Screach of gulls overhead. Stolen kiss. Giggles looking at the dunes. Love blowing in from out to sea. Blanket and basket in the boot. Top dow...

By: fuzzy1954 | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 01 Aug 2013

My Gift

- My beach is beckoning. The tide is swimming in. With sand beneath my feet, Gazing out to sea, Breezes carry a kiss From your lips to me. Tides ebb and flow; Each day more will follow F...

By: Sparkle | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.7| Added: 23 Jun 2013

Scale Model

- Kelsey arrived at the Fort de Soto Sand Art Competition at twenty past two. After spending the morning walking four miles of the beach’s coast and counting all the dead fish she saw, she wandered ove...

By: rmkolman | Category: Drama | Score: 3.9| Added: 10 Feb 2013

Dust

- DUST welcome to the sand box fine grit on your face in your shirt on the march from post to the river march on brothers over the next hill scarfs over noses and mouths march on brothers march s...

By: frankstevens | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.5| Added: 07 Feb 2013

Sand Dunes

- Sand dunes alter their surfaces too soon, Nothing remains beyond a while, Winds keep working out miracles. Why do you look forward to lengthiness? Any length of time proves repetitive, A...

By: nirupam | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 23 Mar 2012

The Boat of Sand

- The Boat of Sand When I was young, my Father built for me, a boat of sand, so very grand, to sail upon the sea. My sister was the cabin girl and made to swab the decks, we searched t...

By: Davidpendragon1 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.5| Added: 19 Aug 2011

I sore

- While walking by my old home A grain of sand fell in my eye And as I looked at the crumbling walls And trees growing out of the Once ‘lived in’ halls I tried to let the memories pass by And my h...

By: MileeBanerjeeOGN | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.3| Added: 28 Mar 2011