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Humanity has hope | Humanity Has Hope
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How you and I can change the world. February 2, 2016. I’m doing my best to change the terrible, corrupt, selfish, and dangerous aspects of society. What is good about society I will leave alone, for there is no logic in trying to change what is already right. This blog has shown you a few ways in which. We need to change the world. My blog has also shown you a few ways to rethink your l. With all that has been said, can you really still believe that humankind is superior to all other organisms? It is pos...
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Old Man Winter’s Bus Ride | The Playground
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Every Childlike Author needs a Playground. Old Man Winter’s Bus Ride. The Alliteration of William Tell. The Soon-to-be Finished Book. Part One, of Chapter One: The Opening Lines. Old Man Winter’s Bus Ride. There was only one. She was sitting near the middle of the bus, looking down at her hands, gloved tightly in black leather. Her pale cheeks and nose tip were rosy from the cold. She sat with her legs crossed, twitching her elevated foot to an unknown rhythm. He thought. Am I serious? Wait I know this i...
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Short Stories | The Playground
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Every Childlike Author needs a Playground. Old Man Winter’s Bus Ride. The Alliteration of William Tell. The Soon-to-be Finished Book. Part One, of Chapter One: The Opening Lines. Short stories are like ice cream cones. I shouldn’t have to explain that analogy further. Any child will understand, and will immediately ask for one upon hearing it.). This kid gets it. And look how happy he is! Current Short Stories by the Childlike Author:. Old Man Winter’s Bus Ride. The Alliteration of William Tell. Play wit...
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The Childlike Author | The Playground
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Every Childlike Author needs a Playground. Old Man Winter’s Bus Ride. The Alliteration of William Tell. The Soon-to-be Finished Book. Part One, of Chapter One: The Opening Lines. Link to About The Playground. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). On Part 2: How ...
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The Childlike Author | The Playground
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Every Childlike Author needs a Playground. Old Man Winter’s Bus Ride. The Alliteration of William Tell. The Soon-to-be Finished Book. Part One, of Chapter One: The Opening Lines. Part 2: How Human Nature Shapes Society. On the off-chance you haven’t yet read Part 1. Whichever type you are, you’ve come this far, and that makes you a determined person, though possibly an awkward and oblivious determined person. If you read Part 1. You should already know that our ancestors weren’t stupid. Of course you can...
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Short and Bitter – Storm Miller
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March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. I resorted to this to distract my mind. But oh, the cruel irony. Thoughts of you are the only inspiration I can ever seem to find. Alas; the curse of poetry. March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. One thought on “ Short and Bitter. March 17, 2016 at 2:58 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Bombing for Peace – Storm Miller
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March 18, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. There was a place once; known to some as Heaven,. Some others called it Hell. The city was of light and joy, the birthplace of revolution, the cradle of common hope. There; only the children of Egalité did dwell. Its visitors were many. They came to dance, to twirl slowly through mornings. To witness the beauty of a sheer pirouette. They chose to fill th...
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Knowing Without Knowledge – Storm Miller
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March 15, 2016. March 15, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. I have been here too long. I need fresh, I need new. I can get there, I should get there. I know the answer, it’s so simple too. I want to design beautiful prose, that’s all. I want to see all there is to see, that’s all. But there is something in the way. I don’t know what it is,. I don’t know how to beat it. I want so much from life,.
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Raindrops – Storm Miller
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Poetry Written by Storm Miller. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. April 6, 2016. By far the most poignant piece I’ve yet read on WordPress. Just read:. Raindrops – http:/ wp.me/p7pEgK-O. The Water it Rushes. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Short and Bitter – Storm Miller
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March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. The Water it Rushes. What Needs To Be Said, But Can Never Be Heard. On The Water it Rushes. On The Water it Rushes. On Short and Bitter. I resorted to this to distract my mind. But oh, the cruel irony. Thoughts of you are the only inspiration I can ever seem to find. Alas; the curse of poetry. March 15, 2016. March 25, 2016. One thought on “ Short and Bitter. March 17, 2016 at 2:58 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).