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Walk ThroughA Poem by kingfugaziTheres a lot going on in the world, but outta sight outta mind doesn't help. |
To Hold a Candle to the DevilA Story by CandyElla Partridge, eight years old, lives in a poorhouse in 1870's London with her parents. But when her parents die of an illness that left the poorhous.. |
MISSHAPED LOVE.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1959 |
free ebook Oct 25-26 .. ONE SWIFT SUMMER .. 'liter..A Book by R J AskewJaded war-photograph Emma Saywell meets a savant selling ice-cream in London's beautiful Kew Gardens one swift summer. Enjoy the sample. Find the rest.. |
When you're tired of LifeA Poem by Holly SoquesSamuel Johnson once said that 'If a man is tired of London, he is tired of life', but what if life had more problems than London? |
The Whispers I Get At Night Part 1 Of The Jack the..A Story by Artemis Lykaios Nightshad..Jack the Ripper short story series |
Modern BoysA Book by L'Enfant Terrible“I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.” ―Arthur Rimbaud. The story of Joseph and Lewis; the youth, the 60's, europe, the world, the .. |
Part One: Moving. 1.A Chapter by L'Enfant Terrible"Shame on me well I had the beast you see and if he can take it I can take him home with me" |
We All Fall DownA Story by krbrittRing around the rosy" Mother barely looks up from her work when Colby says, “Brother Shaun’s got it too,” It&rsq.. |
Chapter OneA Chapter by Miss EvansIn all my days of wandering, I had never made my way to London. It had always been an aspiration of mine, growing up in America tended to have that.. |
Last Night in LondonA Poem by J.M.Bi'll miss you Melissa with your new hairstyle every week, on the checkout at Iceland looking all Afro and sweet as you scan the goods that i buy.. |
The Gay GalliardsA Book by David CoultripA semi-humorous novel about a dysfunctional, bohemian family in London. |
YOUNG TRAITOR.A Poem by Terry CollettTWO GIRLS AND ABOY IN 1950S LONDON AND LOVE AND BETRAYAL |
KatharineA Story by jaegersmithShe is beautiful in the grey morning light, but it doesn't do her justice. Dear, sweet Katharine, with perpetual smiling face, looked up at him and he.. |
I saw a maid at Primrose Hill ...A Poem by PoettravelerI saw a maid at Primrose Hilllifting a painted curtain there,and as I passed she looked at mewith guilty glance and awkward stare.She wore a pinafore,.. |
Odes to the Big CityA Book by Adam, the Grub Street Lod..An attempt to write a vigorous and exciting Eighteenth Century novel, today. Sidney mistakenly believes he is the finest poet to lay ink on paper. .. |