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No Such Place as Faraway

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: I once read a book in childhood titled, There's No Such Place as Faraway by Richard Bach...and after corresponding with people all over America and the world, I honestly feel I could apply that title to my adventures via penpalling. My love affair with correspondence started when I was 10 and exchanged letters with a young boy from India; I felt I was leaving my narrow world in the American South and experiencing a foreign culture through his words. That proved ...

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Previously Published Work

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: My memory still lingers on the rainy, dreary night when my grandfather sat by a flickering fire telling about his narrow escape from death. Years have passed and he died an old man, but his brief experience with near-death haunts me. In his early years, my grandfather was a coal miner. Living in the South during the 20s and working in the mines was a grueling, distressing existence. They did what they called drift mining. The mines were entered at a level angle ...

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The Gift Poetry for the Condemned

Poetry

Excerpt: Violence - Angry young boy, where are you going? Can you get there not knowing That anger is a fury that destroys? Raging young teen, what is your destiny? Can you get there from your block Or will evil rage stop the clock? Insane rap music screams anger and rage From the loud-speakers of life, And you young man are listening, not hearing. Young man, confined man, lost man, Sitting in your prison cell, Angry screams ringing in your ears, Raging faces even in you...

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Haunted Southland Tales

By: W. Stuart Harris

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: Introduction - By W. Stuart Harris. There is a place I often visit when I am in need of solitude. Located on the banks of an almost isolated lake, near the remains of a town which once flourished at the turn of the century, but which vanished over fifty years ago, the area has a seemingly haunted quality.

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Helen Was Exhausted

By: Cara Swann

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: Helen was exhausted. The long trip from Birmingham had worn her out, and as darkness approached, she felt the chill of late January in the bleak surroundings. Although the monolithic National Forest was graced with plentiful rich green conifers, the oaks, maples and other hardwood trees stretched thin, barren limbs to the metallic skyline, ridging high hilltops, almost touching the leaden underbelly of clouds.

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Home in This Place a Tenderness Holds so Warmly

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: In this place // No trace // Of a hectic pace. // In this place // Children can bask // In simple acceptance, // Feeling family peace.

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Jukebox Hero

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: Dusk. Dark descending slowly, the horizon a vague shimmer of something unseen. An old knotty oak tree, bare limbs scratching the reddish skyline. It all looked bleak and bleary to Tom Winston as he rocked with the wind on his motorcycle. It was that indistinct time between daylight and darkfall, and he had slowed in awe of the Mississippi delta landscape, a flat portrait in amber mystery.

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Kiss of Death

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: The fog deepened; the shadows lengthened; the streets gleamed in the misty dusk of a rainy twilight. Paul Winslow turned up the collar on this trench coat and shivered slightly. A tall, handsome man of thirty-five, he was unusually agitated on this murky evening. Leaning against the corner streetlamp, he reached in his pocket and took out a cigarette, lit it and inhaled deeply.

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Shadows Five Short Stories about Living and Learning from Life's L...

By: Cara Swann

Classic Literature

Excerpt: Another bleak, dreary morning. The month of February could be so gray, so dim. A slight shadow from day's dawning crept beneath the windowshade and ran slender threads of light across the patchwork quilt, gradually illuminating the couple lying peacefully in sleep. The old four-poster bed was cozy and, as on previous mornings, the two were deep in slumber, oblivious to the new day.

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Goodbye

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: Goodbye can be said In so many ways, From the heart and soul, Gentle, never cold. Goodbye is a permanent sound, Like that of a dying sun, Burning down into a shadowy ground. Leaving is a step toward the dark, Parting, a sad sob below the stars. Goodbye is the end, As final as the black descent Into emptiness...

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No Old When the Flesh Grows Old Who Knows What Is Told

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: Wrinkles speak of ageless wisdom, Tales untold, perhaps yesterdays Not known by today's youth. Is there really an old? Or is it only timeless memory In the eyes of our elderly?

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The Perilous Trail

Poetry

Excerpt: Evelyn Jeeters stood at the window of the rough-hewn log cabin, peering out into the dimming afternoon. Soft golden shades of late afternoon were descending over thickly grown evergreens outside. She pulled the faded muslin curtain aside and stared at a narrow dirt path leading away from the cabin. Surely Andrew would be home soon?

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The Forever Way

Poetry

Excerpt: Collected Poetry - The Forever Way // To live or die // Seems to be // The question: // Is there a choice, // Or is it predestined: // A vague shadow // Having been written // Before us // By a moving hand // Of Fate?

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Room Number 13

Classic Literature

Excerpt: lit up a Virginia Slim cigarette and feigned nonchalance, glancing up in my rearview mirror. The beatup Impala was still two cars behind me on the interstate, swinging over to pass rapidly. As it zoomed by, I felt a flash of irritation.

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As Miranda Stewart Pushed Open the Door of Martin's

By: Cara Swann

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: Chapter One - As Miranda Stewart pushed open the door of Martin's Market, she realized her worst fears as an officer of the law: a young boy had a gun aimed point-blank at the store owner, William Martin, who was ashen and shaking.

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Shadows

Classic Literature

Excerpt: Another bleak, dreary morning. The month of February could be so gray, so dim. A slight shadow from day's dawning crept beneath the windowshade and ran slender threads of light across the patchwork quilt, gradually illuminating the couple lying peacefully in sleep. The old four-poster bed was cozy and, as on previous mornings, the two were deep in slumber, oblivious to the new day.

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I Am a Master Criminal, A Jewel Thief to Be Precise

By: Cara Swann

Fiction Literature

Excerpt: Chapter One - I am a master criminal, a jewel thief to be precise - and quite capable at my trade, if I do say so. You see, I have extraordinary powers that enable me to escape detection, that allow me to never be suspected by the law enforcement community. I am a vampire, and as such, I am empowered with talents suited to this lifestyle; after all, I can scale buildings, become a raven, and pass as a shadow to mortals...slipping easily in and out of mansions, l...

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Spiritual Poetry

Classic Literature

Excerpt: Grief - Where are you now // When dark stalks my heart // Like a grim reaper? // Where are you now // When blackness seeps // Into my soul // Like a crying cold? // Where are you now // When teardrops rain sorrow // Like a sad storm sighing? // Where are you now, // My hope, my faith, // My everlasting trust // In the human quest?

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Spiritual and Emotional Insightful Poetry Collection

Classic Literature

Excerpt: Wasteland - The days and nights that come no more // And round us all sorrow grows; // The sun and moon have died // And in our hearts are black lies; // The stars whirl in a dark universe // And over us all the dust of death descends. // I dream of Love in gold and blue // My last burning vision of truth, // I dream of Love with haunted hopes // The first brief glimpse of a lost cause: // The end was deeper than the worst doom.

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Walking the Wilderness Poetry Collection Writing Art

Poetry

Excerpt: Walking The Wilderness // Step by step, trudge on; // Walk on, walk on, // Climb the mountain that beckons; // A lonely plateau that calls // For only the few, // The few who are to be // Vessels for the muse. // Wider paths are on the earth, // Easier to navigate, safer to steer // Through life's many trials... // But the mountaintop beckons // For those who know their Fate.

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