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• Poetry > Free Verse
  Do you know?

  

  By iDogrocker, Lebanon, OR

  Do you know? That tickle in your fingers, The itching in your soul? Do you know? The straining, tired eyes, The guilt of leaving the pen cold? Do you know? The ache to let ink flow, To see it shine black against white snow? Do you know? The throbbing frustration of not being able to let...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Feeling

  

  By iDogrocker, Lebanon, OR

  Anger. It’s both a fire and an ice, coursing at warp speed through veins that will hardly contain it. It is an acid, destroying everything in its path. A virus, infecting every particle of being. An energy demanding release. It means screaming at the top of your lungs, shouting the worst things yo...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Agony

  

  By iDogrocker, West Linn, OR

  I choked out a sob and lay still. Every bone in my body felt broken. Every cell wonted for water and reprieve. Every nerve screamed in agony. I prayed for the solace of unconsciousness, but I was trapped in the harsh indifference of consciousness. The tears had stopped hours ago. My chest still heav...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Dangerous Game

  

  By iDogrocker, West Linn, OR

  “Why should I trust you?” She screamed in a whisper. “Because you won’t get him back. He never gave her back to me…” He replied morosely, eyes downcast. Ginnie staggered back a step. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She demanded, knowing full well the reason behind his...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Ruins

  

  By iDogrocker, West Linn, OR

  Falling to his knees, the man grasped the girl’s hand, searching for a warmth that had faded only hours before. Above him, the sky wept and washed away the dried redness that had stained the broken cobbles. Gunfire chattered around him, piercing the air and constantly interrupting the silence he y...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  The Ocean Is Endless

  

  By iDogrocker, West Linn, OR

  The ocean is endless. Between the hazy, undefined line of the never ending horizon, and the muted tan sand that makes up the beach, the waves rise and fall with unrelenting fervor. One or two gnarled rocks rise from the blue-grey water about a hundred yards from the shoreline, but after them, there ...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Nothing We Can Do

  

  By iDogrocker, West Linn, OR

  Sometimes, we lose people. Sometimes, we never get them back. Sometimes, we don’t miss them. But, sometimes, we feel the ache every single day where we can’t feel: where they aren’t standing at our sides. Sometimes, that ache is so tangible; you could almost reach out and touch it. Sometimes, ...