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4. One Of A Kind

I love you, Oh yes I do, But what about you? You made a big mistake once; do you think you deserve a chance? I’m giving you one now, better use it wise, you know very well you can’t lose me twice. 153 more words

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Flash Fiction Challenge - Week Fifteen Submissions

The FFC week fifteen submissions are in! Some of us are busy with the craziness called A to Z Challenge, but we’re still slogging away to bring you our weekly flash fiction! 126 more words

Flash Fiction

One Of A Kind

I love you, Oh yes I do, But what about you? You made a big mistake once; do you think you deserve a chance? I’m giving you one now, better use it wise, you know very well you can’t lose me twice. 153 more words

Online Writing

They Had Spoken (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

  • Silence was so loud,
  • it deafened the livings,
  • driving their souls mad,
  • isolating the lonely fibers,
  • till the cores were shaken,
  • 110 more words
Anything Goes

N Is For...

Another day, another letter…worn out yet? Im getting there i must admit. I had a blinding headache yesterday afternoon that seems to have continued into this morning. 468 more words

Writing

LOVE

Love; of English alphabet.

Beauty in four letters,

Simple and perfect.

Does thou love thee when imperfection begins?

To what if fallacies take over?

Is love patient? 25 more words

Poetry

NaPoWriMo #15

Jester

You keep that picture in the hallway just off the Parlor, the portrait profile of your face in grainy grey and black shadows … It’s what all the front roomers see when they walk in the door … which is as far as they will get … conducting their business then being on their way never knowing the real you … never getting beneath the surface … except for your lady friends that is … They walk right by it’s heavy leather upholstered couches and East India rugs … the floor boards bouncing beneath them … the swing of their twisting gait hopped up on the balls of their feet in black vinyl stilettos … balancing the bag of props in front of them like a sack of stolen chickens lulled to sleep by a Voodoo priestess’ spell … which might wear off at any moment if they are jostled to indelicately …They pause at the stained glass door, adjusting themselves … then turn the knob to open the way unto your dimension of pleasure and play … This is where the real you lies … The velvet Elvis, the water color Christ, the snapshot of you in your tuxedo the night you gave that speech that shocked everyone … you swore you’d never do that again … They see the true soul painting you are … tucked up behind the collection of tea cups and saucers you stole while everyone else was at your Aunt Ramona’s wake … You still say it was their own fault … Who rents a V.F.W. 488 more words

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