STORYTELLING IS IMPORTANT

No matter where you belong, through discussion and sharing your stories with others you can become a known person for each other. Storytelling is the most important factor to inspire and influence other people. Everyone in life has some sort of strange stories. As Robert McKee said: “when we want...

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HOME MEMORIES by Gideon Cecil

It was the August holidays and school was closed. Rose Hall Town was a very hectic Town many churches were hosting fun days and the Town was hosting all sorts of activities but going to the Apollo Cinema to see movies were the greatest entertainment for young men and women...

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I HAVE A CHOICE

Look me in the face, a little closely I hope you notice the fading scars Yes my wounds are healing gradually I could have run off in a heartbeat When hell splashed its magma and lava My limbs were too weak To carry me far from my worries If I...

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HEAVEN WAS ONCE HERE

Can you imagine a decade from today? You are now a fine spouse, a parent of two. To revisit your college once was your dream. Now that reverie has become reality. You stand within its walls glimpsing around. You see… The long pathways of fate forlorn ahead Bundles of scattered...

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VANQUISHED HEROES

A tune was played near; One of loss, a sorrowful song. A chant was heard from afar; One of joy, a victory song. Two ends of one tale. One the start, the other, the end. Often, human eyes can’t see beyond the present. The product of tomorrow remains unseen. The...

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SPURTING SPREE

A blood-filled surge prompts a spew, but odd timings saw all down her fleshy drain and I resumed with banged efforts and permutations and more squirting of pulsating jets, but no news to whisper, oh, no tidings! * * * * Holding back blames, we saw through ourselves against the...

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PAUSE

It was a very strange thing. He loved her; loved her since the first time he had met her but she was in a serious relationship – or so she said. But it was pretty clear that she liked him, because no matter what she was doing she would make...

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I WOOED A LADY

I wooed a lady Every morning, afternoon, and night I was at her window Singing like nightingale some beautiful love songs Solomon in all his verses could not write Her mother asked me ‘John, can only songs melt the a lady’s heart’ Go and buy her a posh Prado car...

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