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 | What Really Happened? Part 1 | jaames | Short Story | Editorial and Opinion | 5 | 1.04 | Mar 17, 2012 |
Summary:This is the first of a 5-part series that is neither an editorial nor an opinion piece, but an investigative report on the decades-long process that led up to the mortgage crisis and economic meltdown that began at the end of 2006. It contains facts that can be backed up. So, all feedback of any kind greatly appreciated.Chapters: |
 | The Lost | Simon Harper | Novel | Literary Fiction | 3 | n/a | Feb 14, 2011 |
Summary:The Lost is a story about five people, four living on the fringe of society and one becoming involved in their lives. Support characters are as important as the main characters. It is told through a multiple limited third person point-of-view. Each "book" contains 5 "cycles", 25 chapters. The first "book" deals mainly with the individual stories of the characters and plot introduction. The second "book" deals with interactions and plot development. The third book deals with consequences and resolutions.
I welcome positive comments and advice, but also areas of improvement. I have less objective distance from the project than you do, so if I don't know what isn't working from a reader's point of view, it is harder to fix.Chapters: |
 | The Kid From Queens | Dan Philips | Poetry | Other | 10 | 0.78 | Feb 8, 2011 |
Summary:Feedback appreciatedChapters: |
 | Methadone Street | Chalice Divine | Poetry | Poetry | 10 | 0.56 | Sep 8, 2010 |
Summary:This poem is about a memory I have from watching the folks waiting in line at the front of a methadone clinic some years back, most especially the man who played the stop sign with his carved drumsticks until the place opened.
Bangin' Joe (that's what they called him) was apparently a vet that never made it out of the bush. The government dole of methadone was all that kept him stable. The cops let him be, because it truly wasn't worth the madness to bother him, and he was just one of those inevitable things if you had to line up for clinic every Tuesday morning for a weeks dose. The odd thing was, he was GOOD with those sticks. Everyone would be rocking to his rhythms, and I expect it soothed them all.
A little slice of special in the middle of a death spiral.
I never had to walk that path myself, but the girl I was helping showed me some things, let me tell you. I never forgot the scene.
Tear it up please:)Chapters: |
 | Messages from Jacquie | Sha | Novel | Memoir | 1 | n/a | Aug 3, 2010 |
Summary:This is a memoir of my daughter's death and the communications we've had since her death. Since it is a true story, I want to know if it's readable and interesting.Chapters: |