The Bus Ride

Written by William Stokes William, a billing rep at the call center of a major cable company, has finished his last shift of the week. Looking forward to a well-deserved…

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Monsters

Submitted by Molly Nessler I am haunted by monsters not the kind that live under beds, or stalk in the night I lie awake with monsters in my head. Monsters…

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Army Strong

Submitted by: Trina Mioner “Join the Army and see the World” Army strong, more than a slogan, a secure grip, an extended hand, I’d be someone, other than… I would…

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Battlefield Cross

Submitted by Ron Nash LZ LaiKhe Huey’s touchdown, warriors return from the fight Glowing golden rays fade beyond mountains, shadow-dance to black like hearts of those who wait. Attention! Somber…

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Lost Child

Submitted by Ron Nash In wee hours when darkness cloaks his room the ghosts come haunting. Flickering candlelight dancing shadows on walls, horrorstricken from it all. Enshrouded memories, confounded moments…

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a mother’s lament

By: Ron Nash I bought new stringsunaware you needed shoesif I’d only seenthe tattered soul No time, toiling aloneendless hoursto give you thingshappiness Gothic clothesaustere musicattic windowspainted blackyou called it…

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