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Jock Engelman

Jock Engelman, 21 february 2012

Chapter Two - The New Kid

Jono’s school
combined junior and senior students from Year Seven through to Year Twelve, he
was in Year Eleven. Just as Jono rolled through the gates, the school bell
rang.
‘Get off of that
thing!’ ordered a teacher, ‘NOW GREEN!’ Jono got off skateboard without
replying. He pulled out (... więcej)


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Jock Engelman

Jock Engelman, 20 february 2012

Chapter One - A Day Like Any Other

            ‘GET
UP!’ screamed a voice from somewhere nearby. ‘GET UP YA UNGRATEFUL LITTLE
BASTARD!’ came the same voice while a pair of hands grabbed the boy and lifted
him off a mouldy mattress shaking him awake.
‘LET GO OF ME!’
bellowed back the boy.
‘WHY DID YA TAKE ALL (... więcej)


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George Krokos

George Krokos, 20 february 2012

The Problem With Oil

The oil that man drills for and mines from below the surface of the earth
is like the life blood of the planet that's been accumulating since its birth.
The more that we use and deplete this fuel as an ongoing energy resource
the less likely we'll be able to sustain a clean environment in (... więcej)


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Skyler

Skyler, 16 february 2012

The Heat Built Between Your Thighs pt1

The cliche bar hookup never had appealed to me but tonight I needed
something to distract me. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my bedsheets
tangled in her legs then her legs tangled with his. Saw their faces
glowing in shared ecstasy as they reached their peaks in unison, the
single worse moment (... więcej)


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Alok Mishra

Alok Mishra, 14 february 2012

Life and the Rose


                       Life and the Rose

I got a remembrance of two lines from my Poem, “I Saw a
Garden”
“Rose owns beauty, but with thorn
Depends on us… What we won?”
The same thing waits for us in our life. The way we turn our
life, it starts moving in that very direction. (... więcej)


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Alok Mishra

Alok Mishra, 14 february 2012

Do You Know Detachment?

Do You Know Detachment?
 
Reaching an age
of 15-16 almost every one of us has listened to the word “Detachment”. And some
of us try to apply the meaning of this word in life. Thus going for some years,
they are called saints, mahatmas, sadhus, or even avatars! But, what is detachment?
If we (... więcej)


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Alok Mishra

Alok Mishra, 14 february 2012

Nirvana! I Don’t Want!


Nirvana! I Don’t Want!

Nirvana! A word
that fascinates hearts of many conscious seekers. A feeling that captivates all
of us to feel always! Nirvana is a bliss that all spirits cannot afford to
attain, or say don’t want to attain! Persons who are fed up with this life,
lost with this life, (... więcej)


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J. Sanders

J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

Description Practice

I sit on a brown bean bag chair, watching Tomy play Final Fantasy X. The four walls follows the pattern of blue, yellow, blue, yellow and the television sits in front of a blue wall. There are stickers and pictures on the closet doors. A cat, a snake, the joker, all look down at me in my seat. A mac (... więcej)


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J. Sanders

J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

The Ride Home and True Home

The Ride Home
If she says one more thing about my “F” I swear I’m going to murder her in her sleep. I’ve only been out of school for a few minutes and Mom is already busting my chops. Doesn’t she know that math is my toughest subject? She should, I mean I told her. She knows I can’t multiply (... więcej)


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J. Sanders

J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

Never Escaping

The hacking came from everywhere in the hospital where I laid in my gown. A curtain separated me from the room, but I could tell that the walls were white. The mint green curtains held up by bright silver metal billowed when someone walked by, giving me glimpses of other rusted cots.

Nurse Claire, (... więcej)


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