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December Year
December Year written by: Carl Parsons This year—old, damp, and cold—descends among hills left for dead by...
The Bench
The Bench written by: Michael McCarthy @FlateyeFiction In the 2010s the UK was stunned by a series...
Old Ironsides
Old Ironsides a poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has...
The Old Monk, Speaking
The Old Monk, Speaking written by: Tom Montag The sideways thing, I learned it from coyote, the...
Old Man
Old Man a poem by Alexander Pushkin I’m not that lover, filled with passion, – That youth,...
The Naked House
The Naked House written by: Ermelinda Makkimane @EMakkimane They’ve laid her bare, the new buyers. The traditional...
Reflections
Reflections written by: Schram It’s cold today A tropical cold There should be sweat, but I shiver,...
On My Birthday
On My Birthday written by: Elke Margaretta October 22 For a while there, I didn’t think she’d...
The Old Man and The Train
The Old Man and The Train written by: Michael McCarthy @FlateyeFiction With the latest attack on an...
Obsolete
OBSOLETE written by: Thomas R Bates Today I have the itch to make Something important happen, To...
Old Friends
Old Friends written by: Ian Fletcher Companions in our youth how competitive we were what things we...
