Submissions by sjcomic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd Aug 2012 6:44am
2nd Aug 2012 6:44am
My Dearest Andrew, Forever Your Mariah - March 1932
March 15th, 1932
To my dearest love Andrew,
I am terribly saddened and forever hurt by my father, I shall never forgive him the injustice he has imposed upon our love. My heart breaks even now as I write this letter to you, my love, my darling Andrew, so cold my father is to keep you from me. How dare he take our love and twist it into perverse sin, our love is pure and constant, how I long for you.
I fear the worst is yet to come, I have been sent to Dannerwood, I am to live with my Aunt Ruthie and be in her charge until that beastly man of a father sends for my...
To my dearest love Andrew,
I am terribly saddened and forever hurt by my father, I shall never forgive him the injustice he has imposed upon our love. My heart breaks even now as I write this letter to you, my love, my darling Andrew, so cold my father is to keep you from me. How dare he take our love and twist it into perverse sin, our love is pure and constant, how I long for you.
I fear the worst is yet to come, I have been sent to Dannerwood, I am to live with my Aunt Ruthie and be in her charge until that beastly man of a father sends for my...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Aug 2012 9:06pm
1st Aug 2012 9:06pm
Harmon Express Arrives at Nine a.m. Part 3 (rough draft)
The dining cart was bursting with the aromas of an italian bistro, fresh coffee, baked breads and simmering meats. Even though the time was 8:30pm, the car was filled with passengers and servers buzzing about. Everyone aboard was enjoying their meals and busy with conversation to notice the couple in the last booth.
"Do you want me to decide for you?" she asked, timidly pushing the risotto with the tip of her fork.
"How can you be so calm about this?" he impatiently puffed on his cigarette.
"It's not a difficult choice, Agnes or be poor?" she gestured her hands as...
"Do you want me to decide for you?" she asked, timidly pushing the risotto with the tip of her fork.
"How can you be so calm about this?" he impatiently puffed on his cigarette.
"It's not a difficult choice, Agnes or be poor?" she gestured her hands as...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Jul 2012 00:11am
22nd Jul 2012 00:11am
Harmon Express Arrives at Nine a.m. Part 2 (rough draft)
The moonlit landscape looked like a freshly painted canvas as the rain beaded diagonally down the speeding train's window. Satisfied and content, he gazed out the window laying naked on his back, she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hair pulled over one shoulder. Brushing the sins from her locks, her bare back facing him as he turned to look at her, he smiled and brushed his fingers on her hip. His tanned skin was in much contrast to her creamy alabaster tone.
"How long do I have you for?" he asked avidly.
"Only tonight, I'm afraid," she kept brushing her hair. "Marcus...
"How long do I have you for?" he asked avidly.
"Only tonight, I'm afraid," she kept brushing her hair. "Marcus...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Jul 2012 8:12pm
21st Jul 2012 8:12pm
Harmon Express Arrives at Nine a.m. Part 1 (rough draft)
Just after dusk, nightfall shadows the horizon and darken the hillside the train was passing by. Lights twinkle from within the cabins as the landscape grows more bleak.
"The time is ten to six, sir." The conductor said to one of the passengers in coach.
"Thank you, when will the dining cart close?" The passenger asked.
"At ten p.m., sir." The conductor replied.
"Good, I have plenty of time." The passenger nodded his approval to the conductor. The conductor slightly bowed his head, then he went back to his business. The passenger looked out the window and watched...
"The time is ten to six, sir." The conductor said to one of the passengers in coach.
"Thank you, when will the dining cart close?" The passenger asked.
"At ten p.m., sir." The conductor replied.
"Good, I have plenty of time." The passenger nodded his approval to the conductor. The conductor slightly bowed his head, then he went back to his business. The passenger looked out the window and watched...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2012 3:01pm
1st Jul 2012 3:01pm
Again and Again
Again it rains on my Birthday
and leaves get in the cake
Again I am happy
But that's a false state
Again the doorbell rings
outside no one stands
Again my soul is tearing
Between twisted strong hands
Again I am breaking
Beneath this subcutaneous form
Again I am falling
Far beyond the great unknown
and leaves get in the cake
Again I am happy
But that's a false state
Again the doorbell rings
outside no one stands
Again my soul is tearing
Between twisted strong hands
Again I am breaking
Beneath this subcutaneous form
Again I am falling
Far beyond the great unknown
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Jun 2012 6:07pm
25th Jun 2012 6:07pm
Hey You
Hey you
Whatcha goin' do today?
Are you gonna come out and play,
The day away?
Hey you
So what do ya say?
Do you wanna stay,
Inside all day?
Hey you
Ooh ooh ooh
Hey you
Hey you
Do you wanna come out and play?
What do ya say?
Do you wanna come out today?
Hey you
Whatcha goin' do today?
Are you gonna come out and play,
The day away?
Hey you
So what do ya say?
Do you wanna stay,
Inside all day?
Hey you
Ooh ooh ooh
Hey you
Hey you
Do you wanna come out and play?
What do ya say?
Do you wanna come out today?
Hey you
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 6:01pm
25th Jun 2012 6:01pm
Rebounded
I was lost and alone
Desparate for the way
Trapped in seclusion
Steadfast to the first mistake
The warmth of your lips
The taste of a kiss
The smallest touch
From your finger tip
Ever so gently
Brushing down my cheek
Making my heart
Feeble and weak
Sanity found me
Caught up and confounded
Making a fool
Of whom you've rebounded
Burning
Crashing
Consumed and derailed
You blindsided me
And then you bailed
Rebounded
Rebounded
Burning
Crashing
...
Desparate for the way
Trapped in seclusion
Steadfast to the first mistake
The warmth of your lips
The taste of a kiss
The smallest touch
From your finger tip
Ever so gently
Brushing down my cheek
Making my heart
Feeble and weak
Sanity found me
Caught up and confounded
Making a fool
Of whom you've rebounded
Burning
Crashing
Consumed and derailed
You blindsided me
And then you bailed
Rebounded
Rebounded
Burning
Crashing
...
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