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Will's Mother Worries

A 16th century mother laments her son's strange behaviour

I am so worried about Will. Such a disappointment. When I married John Shakespeare, we agreed that we wanted a large family. By the time Will was born in 1564 we had already had two daughters die in infancy. When it was clear that Will was going to survive, we were so relieved, and John used to say that Will became a symbol of love’s labour not being lost. When, at three-years-old, he disappeared into the woods, we were d...

I Don't Get It

Why do people bully

What is your reason for being hereIs it just to write poems and storiesOr are you here to cause tearsAre you just a bully marking your territoryWhy do some people like to cause hurtTo people, they don't even knowThey like to treat you like dirtThey put on an annoying showPerhaps they get a short time outTheir victims are made to look like foolsThey cast their stones all aboutYou have to wonder are there any rulesYou hear...

Powerful Love - Chapter Ten

All that worry for nothing

Chapter Ten - Nick I sit at my desk working on my maths homework when my I hear my phone’s text tone go off. I check it and see that it is from Oasis. I need to talk to you, can we video chat later? I quickly reply and tell her I’ll be on at seven before setting my phone aside and getting back to my homework. I sit there looking at the questions on compound interest trying to figure them out but I can’t seem to concentrat...

Powerful Love - Chapter Nine

Things happen when you least expect them

Chapter Nine - Oasis I grab the saddle clothes off the railing, put them in place on Marina’s back before proceeding to put the saddle on her. Once I have everything put on her properly and have checked that everything is secure, I put her bridle, reins and the bit on her. Once I have her fixed up, I lead her through the stables and up to the riding pavilion. When she is next to the blocks, I throw the reins over her head...

Brewing trouble

I thought of witches and this bubbled up. Doubted about submitting, but here goes!

Steam and simmer, boil and bubbleFill my cauldron up with troubleBrew me some to make them fartOr maybe to stop their heartTail of lizard, spiderbrainSeven drops of winter rainA drink to let them fall in loveor to fall from high aboveBlack cat's whiskers, wings of batsAdd the hair of two black ratsCause their minds to overloadOr become a slimy toadScale of dragon, leeches gutFive small scoops of sulfer mudMake them sick o...

Anonymous

The sun shone in his face as Jason woke up the next morning. He reluctantly opened his eyes to the room he had found in the back of the house. No one had claimed it because they completely over looked the hidden door concealing a secret flight of spiral stairs that led to the room. At first it wasn’t much to look at, most of the furniture was draped in white sheets and the rest was covered in thick dust. The walls were fa...

Big Bubba

A short story i had written for an advanced creative writing class, about friends, trouble and weed.

Big BubbaBy James GersbeckIt finally reached about noon when I had enough of the day’s boredom, and decided to call Phil up. My house was desolate anyway and I needed to either get out or do something that called me away from pointless masturbation and scheduled television. I sat scrolling through the mindlessly entrancing posts of Facebook waiting for Phil when I heard the small “pop” that was followed by an instant mess...

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Cursed (part 2)

Eris, 15 years later

“My dear, come away from the window. A cloudless night like this will cast an illness upon you before you know it,” the maid instructed ushering the girl away from it and towards a fire. She rolled her eyes and took one last glance at the moon as the old lady shut the curtains. “I am fine, Helen. There was no need to worry, I just wanted to look at the full moon,” Eris replied hastily. She curled up in front of the fire w...

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The Blind Date chapter two

Continuing story of the love birds

This is written as a stand alone story but might be better understood by reading the first chapter Bill and Veronica had fallen in love under unusual circumstances. They had met on a blind date set up by his friend, Don, and Don's object of desire, Kathy. They were attracted to each other from the first sight. At least Bill was, as the second he laid eyes on the beautiful Veronica he was stricken with a bad case of love o...

Flying Through the Air

No doubt about it I was heading for the ditch at 110 km. per hour.

This story takes place at harvest time again. It was a time when our cell phone did not have great signal strength, as we are situated between two signal towers. It's better now but still not great.I was at home, and decided to give Ed a call to see if he needed anything or just to ask how he was doing. See, I am the perfect little farm wife. He had been clearing the field of flax straw at the time. I kept getting the mes...

PrologueMy body shook with silent laughter as he ran his fingers down my back. He flipped me over and stared down at me adoringly.“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was husky and smelt of cloves. He must have taken up smoking again. I didn’t answer him with words, though my lips said it all.He pulled away a little breathless and asked, “What time…what time are your parents expecting you home?” I smiled. “Not till six. We...