Drama
/…the cycle is about to end frees me from sorrow. I know what ever happens is accurate, as drama is…
By Jennifer Forrest
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A writing gallery created by writers from around the world. From poetry to song lyrics, from essays to entire novels and short stories.
…the cycle is about to end frees me from sorrow. I know what ever happens is accurate, as drama is…
By Jennifer Forrest
Read More…Saturday night in July, Marie and her husband, Steve were flaked out on the sofa. On screen Tom Cruise was being chased by bad guys along the roof of a high-speed…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe Zebra listens to…
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…powerful friendship triangle foundation’s castle wall can be formed indestructible, frustrating a deceptive invading…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…ordered another round of drinks at the bar, Philip nodded to his reflection in the mirror. The date was going well, they were getting on well. It wasn’t a done deal yet. The next date…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreBusiness Trip to Native…
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…I were friends and work mates for a Fortune 50 Company in the greater Baltimore area. I was the Materials Manager and Bob was the Logistics Manager. The company was in difficulties because the printer/readers that had been sub-contracted to a minority…
By Philippe R Hebert
Read More…cursed and swore at the crawling line of city-centre traffic in front of him. He should have caught the train or maybe the bus, rather than drive. Driving into Manchester in the late afternoon rush-hour, what on earth had he been…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTwo young GI's en route to…
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…and I had been roomies in the Air Force
for a year when we were transferred to Japan together
needless to say two 18 year…
By Philippe R Hebert
Read More…school, eight year old Jack Hall, changed out of his uniform, and as he usually did, grabbed his football. With the park being a good forty-minute walk away, he tended to play his ball-games out in the street…
By Chris Platt
Read More…when it all happened. I minded my business and listened to people reveal more about themselves than they should. A bell rang to signal the door’s closing. A red light flashed for people who are hard of hearing. I own a law firm, but I love to ride the subway. I grew up poor, and I can empathize…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…was a dancer that held my pose on pointe, atop a small jewel box. I lived in a small, magical antique store called "Old Friends For Sale" run by an old gentleman by the name of…
By Audrey Moya
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