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The Fantastic Voyage of Bellingham Sam

- Coffee. What Sam needed was coffee. He was a walking zombie, desperate for caffeine. It was a condition of his own making, he had to admit, since he was the one who'd wanted to drive on their family...

By: magnificent1rascal | Category: Humor | Score: 4.9| Added: 13 Sep 2012 Editor's Pick

Temporal Enforcers

- Dr. Zach Robertson looked at his watch like an excited child. Some people say he was still a child, but the 26 year old genius showed the adults what that child could do when he received his doctorate...

By: GeekToAuthor | Category: Science Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 19 Jul 2012

The Intruder

- I wake from a sound sleep, vaguely apprehensive and fearful that an intruder is in the apartment. Beside me I hear my husband's deep, peaceful breathing. It is the only sound, and there is no apparent...

By: gypsy | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 18 Jul 2012

A Winter Retreat

- Hours of road monotony the GPS, a self-imposed dictatorship tired, bored, no more beauty in the snow... then a private gateway; a much anticipated spectacle: The Inn. A compelling magnificence. No nee...

By: HulyaY | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 18 May 2012

Time Forgotten

- Time was never in our hands, it seeps through the endless cracks in our minds. Fools are those who reach out to grasp the hands of father time, for it exists in a parallel world, where two can n...

By: maddy90 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.5| Added: 15 May 2012

The Creek Without a Name

-   Right now it’s dry, a bed of stones, but when it storms, this tiny creek roars and rumbles, rushing like a river, twisting and swirling as it comes to life again, awakened by ...

By: Sisyphus | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 08 May 2012

From Morning Songs: Morning Moon

- Looking at the morning moon, pale now in the southern sky, moving slowly like me, while the sun is rising in the east, bringing dawn and another day, and even though the trees are still and it...

By: Sisyphus | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 07 May 2012

The Clock

- Sitting at my table, looking at the clock, its long finger pointing at the minutes, while the shorter finger holds the hours down like a thumb pushing in a tack to hold time still, but not...

By: Sisyphus | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 30 Apr 2012

The Cosmic Irony of Time, Money and Motivation

- This morning I got up at 7:50am, watched the news (well, BBC Breakfast, but close enough) while eating my breakfast. I worked crunching number for an education organisation (I’m an office temp) for si...

By: MissAdventure | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 14 Apr 2012

Satan and She

- INTRO : Falling for the fallen angel and at his mercy was she... I love you she said And that is your blessing and your cause for remorse Cause I know who you exactly are Satan And care for ...

By: MileeBanerjeeOGN | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 02 Apr 2012

At my mother's bed

- At my mother ’s bed an apparition of a swirling, unending, conduit of time containing the moment each daughter of my ancesters, kissed their dying mothers, in successi...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 12 Jan 2012

Rewind Time (Darkness)

- Rewind time. I climb, The tree of life, Clambering, Longing to reach the top. I keep falling, Like Alice. Can't find my footing, Like Bambi. I keep crashing to rock bottom. Photographs frozen, Sti...

By: unicorn92 | Category: Poetry | Score: 3.3| Added: 14 Dec 2011

Day in the City

- On the train to the city we see a bunch of kids dressed as elfs, Santa Clauses, and slutty Mrs. Clauses..it's packed...Saturday. An awkward staring fest as to who gets the best seats and who's nice en...

By: Patrick | Category: Musings | Score: 4.1| Added: 12 Dec 2011

Three Days is All It Takes

- Friday "I want you out of this house." Silence as I pack. "You're better off dead than doing what you're doing! You know that!? You're better off fucking dead!" I continue to pack...shirt sl...

By: Patrick | Category: Drama | Score: 4.7| Added: 27 Oct 2011

Time

- Where does it go? The time? The hand moves slow, Sound the chime. It seemed to grow wings, But where did it fly? Days of nothings, I wave goodbye. Yesterday seems, So far away, Twitching through dre...

By: unicorn92 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.6| Added: 20 Oct 2011

Musings of the bank of the St. Lawrence

- A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky, the St. Lawrence apathetically watches the approach of Winter’s cold as he carelessly holds the metropolis beside his bed like an e...

By: littlebird26 | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 13 Oct 2011

Solitude

- SOLITUDE Claire lay in an isolation tank in her local spa and started to panic. What made me decide to do this? she thought.  She hated being on her own even in her own home when her husband was a...

By: courage2bfree | Category: Fantasy | Score: 5| Added: 14 Aug 2011

V

- This is the story of an angel without a halo One day unlike an angel he wallowed What a paradox I am a creature of heaven But now I am in hell and lesser mortals on my heaven dwell ...

By: MileeBanerjeeOGN | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.8| Added: 03 Aug 2011

Lady Time

- I call her Lady. That is what she is and will be. And time. What is time? It is the difference between us. A number. A perception. It does not exist when we are talking. My heart beats faster...

By: chris2011 | Category: Poetry | Score: 4| Added: 25 May 2011

TickTock

- Tick tock, tick tock Hurry up, hurry up Get a move on and be done Spare one hour for some fun Hurry up, hurry up Get it done. Tick tock, tick tock Go to bed, go to bed Shut your eyes and fall asleep...

By: Mandsi | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 04 Apr 2011

A Week Ago

- A week ago... to this hour.... I woke up amongst the crumpled sheets, and saw your eyes slowly open. A week ago. your hand interwined with mine, and I felt your lips touch my own ever so gently....

By: GemGeekett | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.6| Added: 29 Mar 2011

The young boy soldier

- Upon that early summer morn a young boy soldier was to be born Hail hail, said his father with a cigar me and this boy ought to go far. As each and every summertime passed his father knew his childho...

By: dazzaone | Category: Poetry | Score: 4.4| Added: 11 Feb 2011