Tom Demar

Joined September 2021

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Bio

I drove from NYC to see a friend in L.A. I drove to Oregon, to Seattle, to Kansas City, to Florida. I want to tell the stories of hopes and dreams, desires and desperation, my story, the wilder side of America. tom-demar.com/writer

Stories (10/0)

WILDCAT
“Don’t leave me here. Please take me with you. I don’t want to live in the wild anymore. I want to see the world!” pleads Nina in her scanty jungle bikini, holding fast to her debonair lover.
By Tom Demarabout a year ago in Fiction
LA LA LA
La La La Voices collide in my head I listen but I can’t hear what they said Calling and falling for you Can anybody tell me what to do
By Tom Demarabout a year ago in Poets
SON
Hold on my son hold on . Thread of living threat of leaving Here to there, where? I'm scared and Still I'm breathing, hear me screaming?
By Tom Demarabout a year ago in Poets
FALL
Meeting waiting in the tower building car Plane in clouds treetop sun Used to think of values love remember dear Making magic money while days do disappear
By Tom Demarabout a year ago in Poets
SUNLIGHT
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The room is a narrow cell with a single light and a door locked from the outside. On the wall facing the bunk is a large flatscreen.
By Tom Demarabout a year ago in Fiction
HEART-SHAPED BOX
Frannie pulls the covers tighter over her shivering slender shoulders. Sweat trails from her strawberry curls over her oval face; the saltiness beckons her tongue to lick the corner of her pouting lips. Her eyes dart quickly as she moans softly then laughs out loud like a giggly teenager. A body on the other side of the bed rustles from the sudden sound then settles into stillness again.
By Tom Demarabout a year ago in Fiction
HEART OF A DRAGON
I witnessed the atrocities and horrors of war. My small village was an idyllic oasis nestled among the forests and pure waterways and greenery of the countryside. We played as children do, uninhibited and free in the beautiful natural environment gifted to us by our forebears.
By Tom Demarabout a year ago in Fiction
ADVENTURES WITH FREEDOM
I jumped in a Chevy van in the East Village of Manhattan with a small bag, enough for a rideshare across the country. It was just myself, my twin sister (we're from Poland) and this guy behind the wheel I never met. My sister had an instant curiosity about him. He introduced himself as Freedom Goraç. "Ready to go west?" Hell yeah.
By Tom Demar2 years ago in Journal
CEREMONY
It was the Ceremony for Recognition, a celebration to commemorate the reentry of the Union. Newman, and everyone young and old, even Grandma, was milling about seeking something. Suddenly the word “Molitar” bubbled up and broke the surface of Grandma's consciousness. Everyone knows Molitar. The children exclaimed, “Molitar!”
By Tom Demar3 years ago in Beat
CEREMONY
It was the Ceremony for Recognition, a celebration to commemorate the reentry of the Union. Newman, and everyone young and old, even Grandma, was milling about seeking something. Suddenly the word “Molitar” bubbled up and broke the surface of Grandma's consciousness. Everyone knows Molitar. The children exclaimed, “Molitar!”
By Tom Demar3 years ago in Fiction

Tom Demar

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WILDCAT

LA LA LA

SON

FALL

SUNLIGHT

HEART-SHAPED BOX

HEART OF A DRAGON

ADVENTURES WITH FREEDOM

CEREMONY

CEREMONY

Stories (10/0)