Icemoon

feeds@yuku.com (barry) — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 10:13:34 GMT

The Stammerer

feeds@yuku.com (Jim AKA RapidFire) — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 18:43:19 GMT

Two old friends meeting for the first time in 10 years. The one who was being visited had developed a bad stammer in his speech.

He was showing his friend the town. As they walked toward the park, he said,

"Di di di di di di di di did you see that hot car that went by?"

"No, where?"

"T T T T T T T T T T Too late"

Then a little bit later,

"Di di di di di di di di di did you see that hot woman?"

...

Redemption

feeds@yuku.com (GherkinMan) — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 11:10:46 GMT

The setting sun threw a crimson light upon Taran-Morh, the pink clouds streaking across the sky like giant, motionless birds hovering in midair.

Wishing & Wanting

feeds@yuku.com (Sugur101) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 20:43:30 GMT

As I lay here with your pillow in my arms,
I realize this is my new good luck charm
Try my best to stay happy but a couple tears wont harm

home again

feeds@yuku.com (dgREY mOUSER) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 19:18:57 GMT

whatever happened to baby jane?

home again. tired from sittin in that cramped skyhawk all day, but gotta be ready to do my thing, in just a minute. nod to moe on the porch. bump to mike at the door. yah, be back down in a sec. trudge up bare the wooden stairs. shake of regret at the shitty grimy bathroom...

A Little Story of Faith

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 09:02:39 GMT

The Boy, The Kite, and The Seagull

It seemed a thousand times that he had visited here.
So many wonders had been witnessed, and so easy it was to be comfortable here,
yet here was not his home-
though he wished it well it could be.
One day, the little boy decided to try something new; he had seen others like him enjoying this simple
activity, a little treasure of time, so he bought a kite to fly....oh, to fly!
With a little perserverance...

Promontory of Lost Souls.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:10:10 GMT

I walk out on the Promontory of Lost Souls and watch the ghost-yachts circling on the calm and placid water, faint shadows at their helms.
when the wind is right you can almost hear the ghost of light, insubstantial laughter and the brittle clink of raised glasses.

Two weeks ago there was a severe storm off the Point of Lost Hope and a great black galleon reared up from the depths, riding on the twenty-foot waves like a formidable sentient beast.
Through my eyeglass I...

Alexandria

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 08:19:31 GMT

Where once did read upon a lighthouse old,
a shelter gold
amidtst the darkened night,
stood mercy,
bold yet humbling
in it's offered light,
provincial-

" Listen thee
and follow thy heart...
for it knows the light of truth.

Listen not
to it's detractors;
for they are the highwaymen,
and theirs
is the way of the lost.

And cultivate
what ye have...

The Legend of Ortus' Praesen

feeds@yuku.com (roblee) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 19:39:17 GMT

My friends and I started writing this fantasy story because we were really bored this summer. Looking for some feedback. We only have a little of the story though so it might be confusing. It's written by three people at the same time; each of us takes a different perspective. Appreciate it if we can get some feedback. Thanks.

legendofop.com

In The Beginning - a story concept

feeds@yuku.com (RGarfield) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 02:08:28 GMT

In The Beginning

In a field of energy an entity played. I say entity because at that time shape and form had no meaning. I say played because history tells me that at time this entity had no known purpose. It was self aware; that is it knew that it was distinct from the energy it played in. It was also alone. It knew of no other self aware entity. There may have been one or two or a thousand morel however it had no contact with any other, if such other did exist.

It played...

Tales of the 85th

feeds@yuku.com (sidbuckeye6287) — Wed, 21 May 2008 09:33:57 GMT

Tales of The 85^th Precinct: Kusinski Park (3856 words)

Deep Song Of The Dolphins - by Maggie

I lie here in the depths of misery from which I will never rise. How happy we had been a few months ago. Now, despair is my constant companion.

The day little Mermi was born was the happiest day...

KIOWA OIL and GAS (language , violent fight scenes)

feeds@yuku.com (cowboy philosopher) — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 20:24:59 GMT

Kiowa Oil and Gas Ltd. , formed in 1925 and struck gas in 1926. Kiowas oil discovery stimulated renewed interest in the Watchatee Valley Oil field.

In 1927 a pipeline was built to connect Watchatee Valley to Smokey River. In the 1920s the Watchatee Valley Oil field became known as "Hells Cauldron". Suffering from a lack of markets for excess gas, companies in the field burned it off in a giant coulee, hence the name. It is estimated that companies wasted approximately 90...

Last Princess of the Swan River Cree (excerpt)

feeds@yuku.com (cowboy philosopher) — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 08:23:58 GMT

Last Princess of the Swan River Cree (excerpt)

Sprinting across the prairie was always easy for Snowbird. Her long legs never failed to fling her farther and faster across the grassy plains of her home ; the Swan River Village. She imagined she was a mighty Cree warrior of the old legends as she ran pretending to dodge imaginary arrows shot from the bows of monstrous enemies. She ran with lightning speed across the plain, dodging this way and that to avoid the fatally wounded and...

Happy Frog and Brand New Dog.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 23:26:07 GMT

Happy Frog and Brand New Dog were sitting by the side of the pool getting acquainted.
"Come on in," said Happy Frog, "its lovely and cool."
"I don't know," said Brand New Dog. "My ears are still wet - I've only just been painted."

And it was true. Brand New Dog was made of clay and had been bought by Mr and Mrs Chitrapoon for their little daughter Amornrat, or Dow as she was affectionately called. As soon as the little girl had got...

The Metamorphosis of Merlin.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 23:20:49 GMT

When Merlin came down from Cader Idris, bathed in the fires that stream from the heart of the Midsummer Sun and cooled in the rainwater and pure diamond streams of the North wales mountains, he sloughed the wrinkled leathery skin of his years and put on the sweet young flesh of a girl-child.

As he descended the mountain, leaving the frost of his beard and the white mane of his hair as sparkling dew upon the cold stone of Arthur's Seat, the branchs and pine-needles of the...

Wood Thoughts

feeds@yuku.com (walkingindarkness) — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 11:00:01 GMT

I haven't done much story writing. This is maybe my 3rd or 4th short story.

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Wood Thoughts

She continued her walk on the freshly fallen snow. The snow flakes scurried on a gentle breeze, suspended for brief moments before they continued their descent to the ground. The sky was a light grey, casting shadows amidst the snow-adorned branches. "I really need to be...

The Samoans Down the Street

feeds@yuku.com (spongehileray) — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 17:33:15 GMT

I can't recall how old I was when they moved in down the street, but it was sometime in my childhood in a pre-dominantly white neighborhood. My mother held some suspicions concerning them considering she was, in all truth, a right-wing extremist. Most of the rest of us found them fascinating. We were a bit apprehensive as to how things would turn out, but what turned out was generally humorous and fun.

I think Matt was the oldest child of the Samoan family, not sure. A basically...

The King's Madness.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 03:51:47 GMT

In a finely polished speculum of pale fire coaxed down from the tails of comets and breathed upon by seven captive Ice-maidens dyed and clad in the pale frosty colours of ancient arctic spectrums, I thought to see the ghost of your shadow passing through some distant Rose Garden, a veil of fragrant smoke drifting over my heart -
but when I commanded the Ice-maidens to blow again upon the wavering image to try and consolidate it, their chilly breath merely withered the roses on the...

The Shadow and the Moonbeam.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 03:16:36 GMT

The shadow of a serving-girl fell in love with a moonbeam.

Late at night when everyone was asleep it would slip from under the dreaming girls blanket and creep downstairs to dance with the moonbeam in the flickering light of the dying fire.

One night when the Master of the house had been out very late drinking with his friends, he came home in the very small hours and saw the maids shadow arm in arm with the lovely beam of moonlight as they waltzed slowly across the...

Once Upon A Time - Short Story Forum

Icemoon

The Stammerer

Redemption

Wishing & Wanting

home again

A Little Story of Faith

Promontory of Lost Souls.

Alexandria

The Legend of Ortus' Praesen

In The Beginning - a story concept

Tales of the 85th

KIOWA OIL and GAS (language , violent fight scenes)

Last Princess of the Swan River Cree (excerpt)

Happy Frog and Brand New Dog.

The Metamorphosis of Merlin.

Wood Thoughts

The Samoans Down the Street

The King's Madness.

The Shadow and the Moonbeam.