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Carrots Beneath the Tablecloth

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February 3rd 2014  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Other , Tragedy  |  Author: geedda  |  1995 views

Carrots Beneath the Tablecloth… “Eat your carrots,” Mother said while standing over me at the table. “They are good for you; help you to see better. I just as soon wear glasses as to eat those orange sticks that taste like moldy shoe leather with attitude. “I don’t like carrots, Mother,” I tell her. “You are not leaving this table until you have eaten everything on your plate, and, by the way, the carrots are the only thing left, so start eating or you will be late for the movies.” …

 

Pretty In Pink

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January 21st 2014  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Inspirational , Romantic Love  |  Author: dante  |  811 views

Normal 0 21 Pretty in Pink By Tracey Johnson  “I wish I hadn’t let Doreen go, I loved her.” Said Mike. My son was marrying Janice our local veterinarian. Who would have thought that Mike could find a woman like Janice and then talk about someone called Doreen on his wedding day.   Mike was always different when he was young.  He is what young people these days refer to as ‘gay’ or so everyone in the village thought.  He designs wedding gowns for a living.  He’s got a lovely shop …

 

Plenty of Fish, with Sharks.

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January 20th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love , Satire , Tragedy , True Stories  |  Author: David Isidoro  |  2628 views

Plenty of fish, with Sharks After two and a half years, it’s over. Never saw the end coming or maybe I just chose not to. Life gets hazy. Be at work at 7am, don’t be late, and restrain yourself from committing suicide at your dead end job. Pick up groceries at 5pm; make dinner for 7pm. Fuck, if you’re lucky; 9pm, if not, pants off at the computer by 10pm. Midnight, regret and the resounding question floating in your mind. Why the fuck am I in a relationship? Blame it …

 

Hello Anna! A True Love Story from Russia

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January 13th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Romantic Love  |  Author: bryguy1955  |  735 views

Who could even imagine that two complete strangers from opposite sides of the world that do not even speak the same language could meet online and fall in love. Is this even possible? Yes, it is not only possible but this is exactly how it happened for Bryan and Anna. Bryan’s struggle to find love in a marriage that had completely fallen apart after a length of 12 years came to an end when his wife decided to leave him and his 2 children with a mortgage he could not …

 

Make Your Life Magical !

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December 31st 2013  |  0  |  Category: Inspirational , Moral , Tragedy  |  Author: Nikunj  |  769 views

A short passage with a big moral. Once upon a time there were two great friends – Ram and Shyam, both were aspiring dancers at ground level. Ram was very passionate about his dreams to become one of the best dancers India has ever seen. He wanted the world to know who he was. He wanted to create his own world where dance was defined by him. Though he had already given a good number of auditions, he was never able to click to fame; but from each rejection he …

 

I … From Heaven

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December 31st 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Philosophical  |  Author: ashish negi  |  1198 views

    When I was child… I was simple, truthful, and full of affection or you can say what a usual child is supposed to be. My greatest quote to believe was “to eat and to sleep”. I was demanding but my all desires were easy to be fulfilled by my surrounding. I had a friend circle with whom I used to play around. I had another special friend with whom I used to roam around; it was my grandfather, who was most learned man in the world for me. …

 

The Bickford County Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest

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December 20th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love , Tragedy  |  Author: geedda  |  986 views

The Bickford County Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest… Evan Goodjohn Mabel Frost, the only girl entered in the Bickford County Seed Spitting Contest, sat eating a slice of fresh cut, juicy watermelon on a picnic table on the fairgrounds periphery. Mabel was a pretty girl with two braided pigtails hanging precariously over her slender shoulders. Her freckles, blemishes she abhorred, covered her face giving her the appearance of a young Doris Day. The boys entered in the contest liked Mabel, thought the girl was, well, cute, but Mabel wasn’t ready for …

 

The Book

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December 17th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fairy tales  |  Author: Krepsie3  |  577 views

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close to the end, and that was a while ago.” I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal. You begin to ask me something. “Don’t ask me how i know. I just do. Things just feel really final …