I turned fifteen in 1916. I was overseas. On that morn, I lifted my head above the trench to look across the battlefield.
Coils of concertina wire lay across the furrowed ground. Trenches filled with dead, frightened, and damaged men.
I turned fifteen in 1916. I was overseas. On that morn, I lifted my head above the trench to look across the battlefield.
Coils of concertina wire lay across the furrowed ground. Trenches filled with dead, frightened, and damaged men.
Some Pictures Must Be Taken. Some Quotes Must Be Quoted.
thoughts from my mind to yours
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
(...and some I have)
for when fingers get busy on the keyboard
Poets, librarians, archivists, gardeners, beekeepers, would-be pirates and life-long learners of all ages are especially welcome here.
irregular and irreverent thoughts about the MOOC, Modern and Contemporary American Poetry
Works of pain, guilt, pleasure and fantasy
Life as you don't expect it
My Reflections and Expressions
Wasting time on the couch.
and feisty disability advocate who loves cake
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An oasis of joy and wonderment
In real world, Happily Ever Afters are bittersweet miasma of memories (purely work of fiction and my psychotic imagination) also trigger warning: death, violence, disturbing imagery, etc
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She had the strength of an army embedded in her bones - R.H. Sin
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
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Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Short Stories
Just a different point of view
Monica Carroll
