GatheringBlue

My Stories

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  • How to Capture a Prom Date
    It is late spring 2005, and a girl has everything except a date.  She has only two short weeks in which to secure the ideal boy for her fairytale evening.  Too bad fo
    600 words, 12 comments, February 26, 2005. In <200 lines, Humor
  • Inner Dialogue of a Biology Teacher
    “Okay, Class.  Today in Biology we’re going to be studying cells.”
    I can’t believe I have to teach these peons who don’t know the difference between a paramecium and an
    500 words, 23 comments, February 15, 2005. In <200 lines, Humor
  • A Friend's Love
    This is an email that my guy friend wrote me about the girl he loves.  I wouldn't normally post something that another wrote, but this is so beautiful I had to share it. &
    200 words, 4 comments, November 1, 2004. In <200 lines, Romance
  • By the Lake
    I don't have a good relationship with my father.  My mom calls him a "Disney Land Dad," which means that he will promise you the world and not even know when he's let you
    300 words, 8 comments, October 18, 2004. In <200 lines, Other

My Poetry

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  • The Life You Save
    I remember the first day I knew. It was just like any other day; the alarm went off at 6:25 and my hand slapped the sound out of it. I lay there for a while, pretending to still be asleep, hoping it was true and k
    <100 words, 3 comments, December 13, 2007. In Hope, Life, Personal, Thoughts
  • More Noise
    Banging my cup against the bars of my cell struck me as useless at first. After a couple of months here though, I began to understand. Up and down this row, e
    100 words, 2 comments, September 23, 2005. In 0, 0, 11
  • Mati Hari
    They called me Mata Hari
    and they taught me how to dance
    <100 words, 6 comments, March 17, 2005. In 0, 0, 8

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  • The Life You Save at allpoetry
    I remember the first day I knew. It was just like any other day; the alarm went off at 6:25 and my hand slapped the sound out of it. I lay there for a while, pretending to still be asleep, hoping it was true and k

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