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 | Chance of a Lifetime | TELawrence | Novel | Thrillers | 6 | n/a | May 27, 2012 |
Summary:Proof that what is one man's trash is another man's treasure.
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I actually wrote this five years ago, but the story ran out of steam. Any suggestions or help would be appreciated.
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 | The Night of Missing Persons | pammy raff | Novel | Mystery and Crime | 4 | n/a | May 1, 2012 |
Summary:This is a novel about a detective's busy work day. I hope it's entertaining. I'm looking for any comments or ideas that might enhance the piece. Any thoughts about awkward sentences, grammatical errors, jumpy tenses and/or general impressions are welcome. Thanks for your help.Chapters: |
 | Scene of Fear | r. wesley ellington | Short Story | Mystery and Crime | 8 | 1.10 | Jan 21, 2012 |
Summary:Joey finds his house ranksacked and his mother dead. With help of neighbors and friends he learns who the perpetrator is and then takes action.
The story could actually be used as the first portion of a novel I wrote. This is my first post and as a newbie I want the reviewer to be critical, brutal. Let me know whats good and whats not. I'll be able to use your input to help my novel too.
Thanks,
Wes EllingtonChapters: |
 | The Price of a Miracle | TELawrence | Novel | Young Adult | 6 | n/a | Jan 20, 2012 |
Summary:A young girl is reunited with her older brother, three years after he mysteriously disappeared.Chapters: |
 | THIRTY-THREE LETTERS (BATMAN AND ROBIN) | Ellis | Poetry | Poetry | 13 | 3.02 | Dec 29, 2011 |
Summary:Thank you all for the helpful tips. I have updated this poem as suggestions are made. Sometimes a poem needs to be written over and over. I am not afraid to turn a poem upside down and start from the top. Just like Hollywood.
I am working on this poem as part of a collection I am writing, PRIVATE LETTERS. Note: I have opened twelve of my brother's prison letters. I have not been able to read the remaining letters.Chapters: |
 | The Cheech Room | woodstock | Novel | Commercial Fiction | 4 | n/a | Jun 3, 2010 |
Summary:Nestled in the Vermont countryside, the Duncan family is lulled by the comforts of rural anonymity. Jillian Duncan, a widowed mom, is doing her best to raise her teenage sons. Unfortunately, her life drastically changes when her dog comes to their door and drops a finger on the doormat.
The finger belongs to a neighbor, assumed a runaway months ago, when the girl disappeared during a blizzard. Before Jillian contacts police she uncovers a makeshift hangout in her basement dubbed by local teenagers as The Cheech Room. It smells of candles and puberty but reeks of a deadly secret that can't be kept.
Jillian must decide whether reporting the girl's body, months after the case was closed, will destroy the only people she truly loves.
Challenged by how far she'd go to protect her sons, Jillian attempts to put to rest a troubling secret from their distant past, while staying one step ahead of a detective bent on proving her boys involvement in the girl's disappearance. Swiftly, characters' layers peel away like onion skin and only in the end is the stinging core of truth revealed. Will it be too late to prevent another tragedy?
Any constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance for your support.
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 | Erik's Life | ulli rische | Poetry | Poetry | 8 | 1.46 | Jul 26, 2009 |
Summary:My fifteen year old son Erik, future 'Rock star' and/or starving artist, is trying his hand at putting his thoughts onto paper.
Any comments would help my rising star...Thanx!Chapters: |
 | Bella Androgyna | Allegra Zedakah | Poetry | Poetry | 6 | 0.19 | Oct 10, 2007 |
Summary:Any and all feedback is appreciate.
I'm not a poet, but I am trying to explore other genres in order to improve my writing generally.
This is part of an exercise I am putting myself through where I write as the words come to me and give them life on paper without judgments or edits.Chapters: |
 | Erstwhile Hearts Guild- Chapter 3 | Allegra Zedakah | Novel | Literary Fiction | 0 | n/a | Aug 24, 2007 |
Summary:This is the first draft of The Erstwhile Hearts Guild Chapter 3. This story is coming to me sort of haphazardly,(hence no Chapter 2 yet) but I take it with me everywhere. Any feedback is helpful.
Thank you in advanceChapters: |
 | The Erstwhile Hearts Guild (reworked) - Ch. 1 | Allegra Zedakah | Novel | Literary Fiction | 4 | n/a | Jul 27, 2007 |
Summary:This is a story about the relationship between tragedy and necessity, and the changes we make to keep breathing.Chapters: |
 | The Erstwhile Hearts Guild | Allegra Zedakah | Short Story | Other | 5 | 0.42 | Jul 18, 2007 |
Summary:Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip. The familiar crunching sound of tires on the gravel driveway gave away her surprise arrival. She had planned to arrive undetected, take a look around at her former life, and if necessary, leave undetected. As she pulled up to the once-white, house with the slanted front porch and broken screen door, she was at once joyfully nostalgic and severely repulsed.
Before Chris could turn off the engine and step out onto the gravel and oil driveway, Ma was already waving from the window in the big bedroom upstairs. Chris shook her head when she notice Ma wearing the same faded red, pansy-printed house dress she was wearing exactly one year before on Easter Sunday and likely every other Sunday for the last thirty years or more. The hem of this dress must have been re-sewn by Ma’s plump hands a hundred times or more and the buttons were a mere rumor, replaced by multi-colored diaper pins. Even without seeing it now, Chris could describe each frayed piece of the fabric, not only because she seen it in her mind whenever she pictured Ma, but because she’d spent so much time as a child, hiding from the world on underneath it.
They met inside the house, at the bottom of the stairs and greeted one another the way they always had. No “I love you,� or “good to see you.� No touching moment and definitely no embracing, just right to the business at hand – avoidance.
“Lawd chile, I ain’t know who dat was pullin’ in my driveway all fast.� Ma said, barely stopping at the foot of the staircase.
“Uhn, uhn, uhn. What you doin’ wit’ ya hair now?� “All that money, - cant you pay somebody to do something with that hair?�
Chris sighed. “It’s called the natural look Ma, and I did pay somebody to do this.�
Uhn, we’ll you done thrown dat money away. Look like a natural mess to me. I’ put a pressin comb on it fo’ ya fo’ free.� Ma laughed.
“Lawd have mercy, now I got to go upstairs an’ put some clean sheets on dat bed. Go on out back and say somethin’ to Dad.�
Chris walked through the old house, through the dog’s room on the back porch and out into the back yard where Dad sat atop his ancient, red, riding mower, mowing and drinking what was almost surely corn liquor, wrapped in a brown paper bag.
“Hey there, Lil Bit, what you doin’ here? Dad slurred.
“You done drove all the way from New York City to help me cut all this grass.�
All morning, Chris sat in the kitchen with Ma snapping peas, peeling potatoes and soaking greens.
“You listen here girl, now I ain’t gonna have none of that mess you pull last year at my Easter table, you hear me?� Ma warned.
“What’s past is past.�
“Now, ya Mama an’ them comin.’�
“Again, Ma, she is not my Mama� Chris said.
“Well, she carried ya ‘round in her fo’ nine mont’s di’nt she?� Ma exclaimed.
Chris started, “Ma, but she never did nothing for me….� At this, Chris was immediately shocked by her improper language, and how easily it came back to her.
“She my daughter, and yo’ mama, an’ this is my house and I say she’ comin’ here to have Easter dinner wit’ us, now you just keep ya mouth shut if ya aint got nothing nice to say, hear.�
‘Ma, if she brings him again, I can’t sit at the table and act like everything is ok.� Chris explained.
Ma fidgeted. “Don’t you say it.�
Suddenly, Chris felt possessed. “What, Ma, that he raped me and my Mama was too high to do anything?�
Ma looked around for something to hold on to and settled on a bag of flour on the.
Ma said, “Don’t ya talk with dat nasty mouth in my house girl, now, I jus’ ain’t gon’ have it.�
Brushing flour off her dress, Ma quietly demanded, “Now make yourself useful and go set the table.�
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 | Accidental Suicide | XUXIKI | Poetry | Poetry | 11 | 0.39 | Jun 24, 2007 |
Summary:This poem was based on a true story of two drug addicts found dead outside s 'shebeen' after a Morphine overdose.Chapters: |