Aids. That's all you have to say, that one word. I nod understandingly, not understanding at all.
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Aids. That's all you have to say, that one word. I nod understandingly, not understanding at all.
Freeze and thaw weathering: The weathering of rock which occurs when the water, which has collected the joints and cracks, freezes and then expands causing cracks in rocks. How the loss of a life never lived can affect someone and drive people apart
Cold cobblestones did no favours to freezing feet as they made their way to some distand shelter
t confused them more than we ever did hope, When they uncovered body after body and the hare. Might upload a short story version of this soon ;D
The king meets a tramp whilst lost in the forest but refuses to help
It confused them more when we ever did hope when they uncovered body after body and the hair. A short story to go with the poem
A network of tubes kept them plugged to life...and patients and doctors came and went like trains
This is a short extract from a longer story, Fredeteufel
He craved the intensity that only modern warfare could satisfy. Not one of my best..
From where you stand... it could look compassionate, caring - loving even A sequal to 'Love'
Oh Adrian, you are silly sometimes Just an extract An Adrian Story
An exchange of letters and songs between the drug addict and his hopeful friend. A Jaz and Ara story
She could have gone home to her children, but the office was far more appealing
In which Adrian gets rather worried by a strange girl. An extract. An Adrian Story
'And the sun shines on some, but they haven't got no water.' A WIP, a draft for a project I'm might do.
An extract with Adrian. Family reunions are always going to be difficult. An Adrian Story
There's a first time for everything, but this is one first time Ara wished Jaz had avoided. A Jaz and Ara story
God has a problem and Jesus is there to help.... though it is never a good idea when the pair have a meeting. Cue some idiotic plotting.
An old poem I wrote last year after visiting WW1 cemetries in Belguim. There was originally almost 700 German cemetries, now there's only 5
Sometimes leaving children to do the washing up when knives are lying around is a bad idea, well, if you're Adrian any way... An extract
Never before had she had so much hate for the word positive or the colour red.
There's one under on the tube line today, how do you feel about it? A closer look at the theme in the poem in the form of a short story
Out of the big city and down into the back alleys. A poem.
It was all rather ridiculous looking back, My jealous entrails, your face ugly from concentration. A lighthearted poem.
Caj sighed as the screen of his Sustainipaper shifted suddenly to blackness
A Christmas dinner equivalent, the great outdoors, a chatty child. It's all rather awful isn't it? An Adrian story.
Have you ever tried to create a thousand words through a picture and failed miserably? A poem.
Removing all distractions is very difficult when one is part of you. A random piece that came into my head whilst being distracted.
Chapter One of 'My Nonna's Recipe.' Living in the shadow of her artsy, eccentric cousin Maria, her overbearing and pushy Italian family and food, food, food, Michelle is sarcastic, witty and on point as she lets you in to her life one night at a Sunday family dinner. Buon Appetito!
This piece was written as a horror landscaping exercise in a creative writing lesson.
A few friends decide to meet up in an empty classroom to study for upcoming exams...Of course, someone just HAD to leave that candle lying about, didn't they?
The world is being taken into a new ice age, and it's people are fleeing for the equator. All, that is, except for Zeke, who has decided to take his chances in the abandoned North.
Grieving from the death of his wife, former master thief Matej finds himself at the center of a strange conspiracy after he pockets an unusual coin. Set in an alternate nineteenth century Prague, The Coin probes the dark underbelly of a city and the human lust for power.
They tear into me with their jagged teeth: blood, skin, and everything in between.
Sometimes it's the little moments that count the most. The most simple moments that can mean the most...to any of us.
Covert agent Nick Turner, finds himself at a remote church ruin seeking answers to the disappearance of colleagues, including his father. In his quest, Nick uncovers a bitter truth.
It's a story of a soldier who sacrificed for his motherland. it's a small story. the moment how the brave soldier dies in the wars for their nations and people. it is dedicated to all the soldiers(the whole world) who sacrificed and are sacrificing of their motherlands. Rest in Peace to all the brave soldiers...............
It was nothing, just some letters written on a dirty window. It could be a decade old for all I know. Nothing. Really.
A brief poem dedicated to those strong enough to toss away their insecurities.
Understand, dear reader, that Rocco was not a problem neighbor. His crime was that he liked to help people, and was good with a hammer.
Thornton asked: How young does a new life need to be for abuse to lead to a damaged soul?
I’m metaphorically drowning, My face burnt from my tears. I possess all the signs of illness, But it is not one.
An observer watches a drama unfold between two sailors and a great blue heron, only to find he is not an observer at all.
A short look at the strange life of a man who knows what he loves: cutting grass.
A teenage girl, isolated from her peers and life in general, lives in a home of domestic violence and alcoholism...and dreams of an escape.
(or Eleazar's Valentine's Escapade) A short blurp about a boy looking for a little teenage love on a lonely Thursday night...
Do you remember those places of your childhood which held fond memories? What would you do if those memories became nightmares...
Poem about motives for doing some not so great things. Never actually happened. But whatever.
Teenagers need to realize that they have a choice in the decisions they make. It's all up to them.
I've become someone I hated and it took me a while to finally like myself.
Bits and pieces of a childhood spent in my grandmother's backyard, interwoven with fiction.
Lily Therr, a woman who did not believe in God... She didn't believe in anything. But one cold night, she found out...
When Charlie Notts starts at school, Gwynnie decides now might be the time to start being a girl. Buy it on Amazon: http://amzn.to/qNPFgW
Kitty is having issues that she can't always deal with when she's alone.
A short story about property re-development, oh, and a past murder, and entrapment.
For those who know, and for those who dont know about Lady Mondegreen this is a short tale about things misheard.
A young man is forced to decide whether or not to pull the plug on his father who is dying from cancer.
Here begins some prosetry unpacking, a short story hoping to find with time that vagaries will fade, wisdom will appear.
An empty subway car in the middle of the night becomes populated with guilt from the past.
'January'. It all started with that damned prompt for a picture... and then Naomi just had to lose her notepad...
I don't remember anything, or how I got here. I feel pulled by something in the distance.
A simple idea of what you might do on a bus commute to work. Especially a double decked bus.
My first story. About 3 boys,from 3rd person perspective.Haunted house,glass hut and a meadow.Read to find out more.
Yet no one sees me, no one senses me, no one howls my name because I ceased to exist on the day tried to name me…
Stephanie goes to work and within an hour, her boyfriend's day-off becomes very different to the normal routine.
Kaylee, a young girl, stays with her teacher to help him pack for the summer, but instead finds herself getting raped by him.
A woman watches from the same window for 50 years, and captures the life of a stranger as she grows older.
Mummy is tired. Very tired. What she really needs is a good night's sleep.
In the small wood, where the foliage is always green and rainy, a girl reminisces of a time long gone by.
It's metastatic and it's killing you quick; this cancer is home grown.
Dusk at the Thames is peaceful. Serene. Unlike his mind, dark, cacophonic. Date finished: August 13, 2012.
Annie is enjoying her peace and quiet and looking forward to taking care of her roses. Then the phone rings...
Suddenly my passive baby mutated into a travelling disaster. This run-about-baby's exploits are simply legendary.
Some family members never put themselves out to help others. Then comes an unexpected opportunity.....
(Flash Fiction) With so much wanting, so little fulfillment, the problem's solution seems totally out of reach for some.
There were good guys in this world, there were bad guys, and there were them. Actually scratch that, they were the bad guys.
A brief, rather mysterious account of dodgy but handsome bearded men, wonderfully clever dialogue, and delicious contradictions.
Anesidor Sumian dreams of escaping from a gradually shrinking world and the confines of a disapproving society. (Maryland, 3929)
The fruits of the Spirit are evident actions, sometimes we get it right, other times ...
Everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing. Some people remember every day in the same amount of detail.
Me and my big mouth. All I had wanted to do was make my life a bit more exciting, if only for a few moments.
Having recently read a book of startling facts of this country's meat supply, purging was the only remedy for depression.
Kaylee stays with her teacher to help him out, but instead finds herself getting raped by him and later on pregnant with his child.
It's Kathy's birthday, so she decides to put on her birthday suit (i.e. nothing at all).
The main character of no specified name/gender relives his/her brother's death. Moral: Don't do anything stupid while driving. Cars are big.
A very short story on a bereaved family's reaction when the vicar pays them a visit.
Two strangers on a tube (train) journey get more than they bargained for.
I had to write this for a school history essay, and I felt it fits in with my theme, so post your opinions, thanks guys! :)
This is the first part of my story, I hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading!
Part 2, enjoy guys, I really appreciate it if you rate and comment, it means a lot to me, thanks!
This is the third part, excuse me for my mistakes, I'm writing on a horrible keyboard which I just can't get used to, my apologies, chaps!
I've tried to make a few improvements, haven't had chance to proof read it so I must apologise for any spelling errors!
A chance meeting with a stranger on a rain-soaked desolate night results in justice, of sorts.
Death and Life. Night and Day. Different as can be. But are they really represented in the way we humans think they are?
Kaylee stays with her teacher to help him out, but instead finds herself getting raped by him and later on pregnant with his child.
And in silence I sit. What we miss because we dream on what we see on the computer screen.
He signaled for me to open my mouth. So I slowly, begrudgingly obeyed, exposing my teeth, like prey showing its weakness to its predator.
I hate my job. I look look like a stalker in my uniform. I don't like picking up the "garbage" And it's freaken hot outside.
True love is shared, till death us do part, and perhaps beyond. But we do depend on the good grace of others to hold our secrets close.
A poem about negative experiences I've had with the church. It's poetic prose influenced by the style of spoken word and slam poetry.
An excerpt from a project of mine, about HE and SHE (names withheld at the moment). This is my first post on ReadWave and I am excited.
We pretend that we co-exist with them. That’s our side of the story; we don’t care about their’s.
A young boy faces the truth about his father, with the help of a real life hero. Inspired by an event during the 1930s World Fair.
Shattered souls love quickly mends Love is a mentor, love is a friend
Ever heard a particular set of words that instantly gave you that sinking feeling - or made you want to run?
A look at life through the eyes of a struggling teenage single mother.