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 | MY DADDY | kyla | Short Story | Non-Fiction | 14 | 0.30 | Dec 19, 2011 |
Summary:This letter recently came into my possession. I hope you enjoy. Chapters: |
| I Have No Wings Republished for Fathers Day | flowing pencil | Poetry | Poetry | 5 | 0.56 | Jun 19, 2011 |
Summary:I have no poem for Fathers Day and had no Father for this day so will share what I have seen through others Fathers. Okay.. Have been getting pressure to write! I say I can't unless the words simply come. This most likely will sound trite and song like. In a way it is meant to sound that way. Not trite! But like a song
It is a simple piece about a father who cannot give his family much. Out of work etc.. But he realizes he can bring his boy joy if only for awhileChapters: |
| Her Question | QWLauren35 | Short Story | Commercial Fiction | 10 | 1.44 | Sep 9, 2010 |
Summary:I need some very specific criticism here. I've been told that my characters are flat, and I know I don't do settings well. Please tell me where this stuff should go. I'm trying not to interject these things in such a way to ruin the flow/style of the story. But I haven't figured it out yet.
HELP!!!!!!!!!Chapters: |
| Wal-Mart Hodown Showdown | kat nove | Poetry | Humor | 8 | 1.31 | Mar 14, 2010 |
Summary:I'm in the mood for BAD poetry. This is what would happen if two menopausal TNBW members ran into each other at Wal-Mart. With apologies to their long-suffering daughters. Oh, and did I say BAD poetry? I meant STINK-UP-A-POETRY-READING poetry. This is truly dreadful! Chapters: |
| My Little Secret | pamlajj | Novel | Memoir | 3 | n/a | Jan 14, 2010 |
Summary:This is a revision of my memoir, previously titled The Big C. It describes how my adolescent cancer wreaked havoc on my life, and how, at the age of thirty, I finally ssought the assistance of a caring therapist who helped me come to terms with its far-reaching mental health consequences.
The story moves back and forth in time and place. Chapters that describe my experiences as a twelve year old are interspersed with chapters that showcase my sessions with my therapist when I'm a young adult. The story ends with me in my fifties, discovering the cause of my cancer and uncovering a secret about myself I could never have guessed.
Any and all feedback is appreciated. I have not removed the earlier reviews because I want to keep all of the advice they provided. If you have read and/or reviewed this story before, I would appreciate hearing what you think of the changes. If my story is new to you, please ignore those early reviews and share your own impressions.
One small caveat - Chapters one and two are more similar to their original form than are chapters three, four, and five.Chapters: |
| Daughter | becket | Poetry | Literary Fiction | 18 | 0.34 | Feb 21, 2008 |
Summary:I took a group of kindergarten children through the museum two weeks ago. They were mostly little girls. Chapters: |
