The Place Which Never Existed

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…enormous, at least two-metre thick, concrete double door slides open, and a dark and cool throat of the mountain is almost sucking me in. My jaw has dropped. No…I’m not reading you an excerpt from some horror or thriller novel, and my name is not James Bond.

I’m standing on the doorstep of the once top-secret facility on the Black Sea coast and now the Naval Museum Complex Balaklava on the south-east of Crimean peninsula, just a stone-throw away from the city of…

By L. Salt

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Lake Cabin Day

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Looking through the cabin windows, the lake gave me this visual.

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…on the water, winds drive waves upon the rocks

Brightly colored water toys swept off their spots on docks

Boats are safely brought ashore, secure away from shoals

Laundry in from clotheslines, among the stated goals

Tools that rest near projects, gathered up and put in sheds

Garden gloves collected from the bordered flower beds.

 

Though the sun is shining, in the distance still a haze

Local knowledge tells of how the wind could last for days

The far shore just a grey-green line that clouds are trying to…

By James Geehring

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Choices

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…didn’t intentionally choose a life of violence and murder.  My life kind of chose me.

     That’s what I tell myself anyway.  Believing as I do, diminishes my regrets and makes me feel less responsible.  After all, what choice had I really had?

     My childhood, or the lack of it, was without warm fuzzies and, ultimately, funneled me into service with the U.S. Navy.  Granted, it was a path I readily embraced, but the military wasn’t big on warm fuzzies either.  Instead of giving me a big family style hug, it honed my innate talents.  

     I learned many valuable things during my time in the service.   Among them was the foundational lesson that good…

By Madison Willoughby

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The Marijuana Mafia

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My Life: Reimagined

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PART I

…see there are some things that you must understand about me. Not that you must understand but I'm going to tell you anyway. Some things I'm going to tell you about happened to me and then there are some things that happened to me in just the way that I remember they happened to me. Because my memory isn't all that good, to begin with, and that's before I got sick. 


So sometimes the story is in order and sometimes it's out of order and the reason is... I'm like a storytelling carousel. Remember the carousel at…

By RayFed

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