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Labor Day Dismay
Of all the days we celebrate, is Labor Day the worst The holiday reminding us our bills are due the 1st The cost of living’s through the roof, I need a second job
Earl W. PearlPublished 10 months ago in PoetsBone Valley
Sir Richard Dri’ Asabone didn’t mean to annoy people. But regrettably, he had one of those faces, which was easy to hate! Not saying he was toxic or mean on the inside, and this then affected how he looked on the outside.
Kelly SibleyPublished 10 months ago in ChaptersI am a worm. Psalms 22:6
Kat sensed the environment as if she was a feral beast. In the stillness she heard her heartbeat, then the leaves sounded the drum roll for a chorus of crickets chirping. The chant of nature recreated the history of the land. She stood as an outsider, on the mast of the ship of Theseus who asked if a ship that is restored, with all the wooden parts replaced, is the same ship.
Katherine D. GrahamPublished 10 months ago in FictionA Bianca Mancini Mystery: Diamonds
Lady Susan Clutterbuck harbors a clandestine secret. Residing in a modest apartment in the heart of London, England, she once reveled in a life of opulence and grandeur. However, tragedy struck when her husband passed away, leaving her bereft of her esteemed social standing, wealth, and magnificent mansion. Driven by an insatiable desire to reclaim her lavish lifestyle, Clutterbuck turned to a life of crime as a jewel thief. With her sights set on an audacious diamond heist, she meticulously devised a plan to execute her scheme.
Dana EspositoPublished 10 months ago in FictionChapter 18, Section 2, Task of the Miao Township Wu Zu, Part 1
When we arrived at the conference room, there were already over thirty people sitting inside, most of whom were from the original room. There were four people sitting in the main seat, in order of Ouyang leaning to the left, Hao Wenming, Gao Liang, and Qiu Bulao.
As the Sun Sets
Drown out this world for me, my love, until my ears are filled with nothing but splendor. Poets of yore have asked that our path be made as pleasant as a garden,
S. C. AlmanzarPublished 10 months ago in PoetsChapter 17, Section 2: Breaking the Cocoon and Becoming a Butterfly
Liu Fenghua's agility surprised me. If I had known, I would have brought my equipment with me. Even if I didn't have a gun or bullets, a baton would have been good.
Patchwork Quilt
What is love? I lose my breath When I look at him And fail to breathe When he’s gone He is the air In my lungs