It started as a few words that I was just randomly thinking about. I took it and ran with it. hope ya’ll like. it’s probably lacking…

I got to admit that living close to my grand father’s diary farm as I gre up tought me severl bits and pieces of how young men grew up in the eighteen hundreds. That’s because my cousins and I were allowed to ride horses all over town, which was more fun that riding a bike could ever be. This tale is about the bits and pieces we had to learn to keep from falling or getting bucked off in the middle of some fun.

It’s a story about a woman named Shelby who is finally read to come out of her shell. She is on a vacation and she decides to let go and try and meet a guy and sleep with him. An unexpected occurrance happens and you find yourself completely emotionaly involved in the plot. It’s a really good story. It’s easily one of my best works. It’s written in a very wierd form too. Part story, part screenplay and all inner monologue is in parentheses or brackets, and dialogue is in script form. Very interesting.

My view of this site to scriptlance.com.

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Poetry about a wild and crazy kid named Bill.

Poetry about my goldfish.

What would you do if you had such a huge amount of cash?

This is how I felt at 15 years old about Bill Clinton.

Bill and Pete are on their daily walk to the newsagents.