Rbruce

I was not born in this place where I live and I grew up in another town, many miles away. My writing springs from a collection of seeds I have gathered and stored during my life of adventure, failure, Joy, success, misery, ecstasy and now, contentment.

My Stories

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  • Dust Storm
    it's September 2009, and the state of New South Wales in Australia is covered in dust, literally. The experts say it is the worst dust storm in nearly seventy years.1
    500 words, 15 comments, September 22. In Life, Nature, Thoughts
  • Petrol Heads
    As a young and impressionable male I had the motor racing fever just the same as all my friends but where i lived there was no circuit so the aim of every petrol head was to go to Mount Panorama Racing circuit at Bathurst, N
    600 words, 6 comments, August 21
  • Tiga
    400 words, 7 comments, August 15. In Cat, Life, Pet
  • The Tale of Vincent Ampire
    2600 words, 4 comments, August 3. In Fantasy, Fiction, Thoughts

My Poetry

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My other items

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My journal entries

  • Lizzie - and Bed Ford
    In 1932 Henry Ford made the last 'Lizzie". The following year, I think, he made a lady out of Lizzie by getting rid of the canvas top and detachable side curtains and put wind up windows into an all steel body. My first car was a 'Lizzie', not an 'A Model' , but a 'B' Model. It had four cylinders and an up
    April 13, In Like a moment in time, My life.  600 words. → 6 comments, Add one?
  • The Thrill of Motor Bikes
    In the 50's motor bikes were the favoured mode of transport. Big ones with 500cc motors at least. Money was, of course, a serious problem. I didn't have any. However that was only a temporary hurdle which was soon jumped. I was offered a 500cc single cylinder Royal Enfield motor bike for the princely sum of t
    April 11, In Memories and thoughts, My life.  700 words. → 4 comments, Add one?
  • The Good Old Days
    As I get closer to my grave I think often of other times in other places. Memory being what it is, I remember the good times best, not the misery and heartbreak that happened along the way. And so it is that we all have the 'Good old days'. As a child I remember the freedom I took for granted and
    April 9, In Contemplative, My life.  500 words. → 16 comments, Add one?

Guest Book

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  • Aiman Ahmad on September 22
    I like your profile
  • EssenceCheckMate on September 3
    Hello. I'm in your class and I was hoping that you would check out some of my poems that I wrote.
  • brizz : WOW! on July 26
    YOU ARE THE GREATEST TEACHER EVER!
  • Clary-SeleneGangsta on May 19
    wow ur 75?

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