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• Football & Slavery
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game / Just like in a real American election

  Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game / Just like in a real American election / All National And International Rights Reserved. Contact the author to request permission to use. May be copied and distributed world wide only in its entirertiy and must include the full text of this notice and copyrigh. Inclulding the following staements and web address informantion. All critiques and questions are welcome. Email cc@ccapoet.com. This poem poem in audio from, read by C.C. Arshagra is available for you to hear now. Visit www.ccapoet.com.

• I Am God.
  by Paul Louis Villani

  …And soon I’ll be baptised! / I will rise even higher! / No need to associate with the outside! / I am beyond everyone now!

  A song written at a time when life, religion and the existence of a God was being questioned. This was written from the perspective of three individuals… The Converted (TC), The Religious Teacher (TRT) and myself, The Observer (TO)… / If you would like to listen to the song follow this link and click on the song title. / It’s a bit of an epic, approx 7 minutes long, the bands name was “Suck This” and was recorded at Frontline Sound Studios. / . Vehicular works / Architecture / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Beautiful Humans / Wearable Art / Cards For All Occasions / . / / . / You can also listen to PLV’s music / . / Please take a look at the wonderful work of / Deverie /

• God's Record Collection
  by saleire

  I don’t want to be a broken record / In God’s unique record collection

  Sometimes the part of us that is broken can sound like a broken record and although the collector might love the overall song, eventually it will be discarded for a happier tune…...but the good news is that it can be fixed with love, healing and making a choice to skip that bit and move to the next bit…..the choice you have it whether you want to listener to be happy or sad when listening to the song that is YOU.

• The Incident - 1
  by Michael Alesich

  Yes sir, we may record this, Well make sure you’re recording this Julie otherwise start writing. / First words: We have them. You h…

  This is a reposting of a serial story I started last year. / The story revolves around the lives of those affected by the incident. I will be posting a section of this story a day for the next 28 days at least. / After that the story may go on.

• The Incident - 2
  by Michael Alesich

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  This is a reposting of a serial story I started last year. / The story revolves around the lives of those affected by the incident. I will be posting a section of this story a day for the next 28 days at least. / After that the story may go on.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [4&5] Lille
  by adgray

  We marched to Fort Macdonald on the outskirts of Lille, into a long, narrow, underground cell … confinement in this dungeon with less a…

  Things were definitely getting grimmer for my Great Uncle Alf and his fellow POWs / This episode made me angry at the way the “Huns” treated the women who tried to help our boys. / I do not hold any gripe against the German people [My first husband’s father was conscripted for the last 3 weeks of the war as one of Hitler’s Flying messengers – he was 16!] – hence why I used the term Hun for the men who acted so brutally and unnecessarily ruthless while in this role as guard to our men. {I cannot ask you to “Enjoy” as I usually do … <( .... instead be thankful! } This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [9] Surprise
  by adgray

  The day after I arrived at Dullmen Camp I was agreeably surprised to meet my old mate Jack Wilkins whom I had thought dead.

  I have no idea if Great Uncle Alf lost his toes or any part of his feet from not having boots and going barefoot all through a German winter! How can anyone endure this treatment! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• Rebound :a song not recorded
  by Ena Lü

  Where he loved only her

  Breaking up again

• RECORD DEALS
  by JaneAParis

  Everyone at the record company laughed all the time about the fact that their boss and the owner of the company looked like an old drunke…

  Remember the old saying, ‘Never judge a book by its cover.’ Especially when it involves a big record deal… Written for short story competition inspired by David Malcolmson’s Hail, Fellow.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [6,7&8] Behind the Lines
  by adgray

  We had to work at road making and railway work within 4km (4,000 Yards) of the firing line. From our billets at night we could see the Br…

  Great Uncle Alf and his comrades were not in the best condition leaving France. strange how the French near the German Border gave them a cold dark look instead of sympathy! and to work so close to the firing of the Allies! You cant think of that when you are fighting but how horrible if you found out you had killed your own men? This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [10] Congenial Mates
  by adgray

  When our parcels arrived regularly we found various articles in them that we could barter with to our advantage.

  Great Uncle Alf seemed to be a congenial bloke himself and made several mates. / As I read his words I see that the writers from Hogan’s Hero’s weren’t so far off the mark :O) Yet no matter how they tried to keep their spirits up and make their existence better they still had unnecessary brutality to deal with. This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [11] Camp Life
  by adgray

  The Russians -“Russkies” as we called them – were useful for “pinching” whatever we needed. As they received no parcels we had to share w…

  Great Uncle Alf and 500 of the blokes he worked with needed to survive and did their cleverest to do so. / Again I keep hearing the canned laughter and the theme song of Hogan’s Hero’s [Yes I know wrong war but tell me it doesn’t ring the same? :O)] This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [12] Farm Work
  by adgray

  My mate and I once bailed up a cow and extracted a pint of milk – but alas! We were discovered by the guard. Result; 3days in the clink a…

  Even though Great Uncle Alf & his cronies were surrounded by good food sources and expected to work hard on the farms, they were still kept in a starving condition! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [13] Punishment
  by adgray

  The principal punishment imposed on us was starvation which was enforced for the slightest offenses.

  As if Great Uncle Alf and his mates had not suffered enough! / Mind you when only a few scrappy meals ever came your way anything was better than nothing! So yes starvation would be a punishment! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [14] Hamurg
  by adgray

  I could not get back to the head camp for 4 days so I had to do my last starve in Germany for that period but when I got back I found ple…

  Great Uncle Alf must have shown himself to be a trusted person to be given this new job which came with a good measure of freedom! but still there was just one last “Starve” before it was all over! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [15] Red Cross
  by adgray

  Aussie parcels were a splendid ad for the Australian food products. We were being much better fed than our guards and we began to pick up…

  To every grey cloud there is a silver lining and for my Great Uncle Alf and his comrades that silver came in the form of their Red Cross aid parcels! Thank god they were Aussies for the quality of our parcels gave them back their condition and general health and improved spirits! But even so they were still imprisoned even after the armistice was signed! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [16] Goodbye Germany
  by adgray

  We were no longer prisoners but our camp was taken over by the Red Cross. Our guards had to protect us from the starving civilians who wo…

  Great Uncle Alf [1886 -1981] came home to us and lived a long and productive life as a gardener – helping to look after the Wimmera region of the Victorian west. He married a lovely lady named Alfreida and fathered 5 children [seems to be the normal number of off spring in our family! :O)] / Sadly I never got to meet him – my father not very interested in extended family until he became a grandfather himself and realised why these people are important due to being bound by family love. Yet having read this account and his letter I cant help feeling very proud of him! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle. Thank you very much for reading my Great Uncle Alf’s words and I hope his struggles have helped you to feel grateful for what we enjoy today! / Keep Happy! :O)

• The Incident - 14
  by Michael Alesich

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  This is a reposting of a serial story I started last year. / The story revolves around the lives of those affected by the incident. I will be posting a section of this story a day for the next 28 days at least. / After that the story may go on.

• i love art.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  i envy a great artist…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• sunflower.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  that it is just as frail, and as fragile…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• slipping away.
  by Byron Gates Jr

  i now understand what must be done…

  ...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here

• MISTAKES AND LIES
  by JaneAParis

  She was panicked and scared. Mostly because she didn’t know what to do. Should she admit the mistake…

  This is just a story about karma, that is all - / Karma -Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc. Kar”ma\, n. [Skr.] (Buddhism) One’s acts considered as fixing one’s lot in the future existence. (Theos.) The doctrine of fate as the inflexible result of cause and effect; the theory of inevitable consequence.

• Great Uncle Alfred’s Great Adventure!
  by adgray

  Well Dad, I think that is all I have to say about how I got hit, and though I haven’t said much, it has given me considerable effort to w…

  In 1915, My grandfather, Harold Gray’s, brother, Alf, enlisted, and together with several other Kyneton lads, went to Broadmeadows for their training. They were attached to the 14th Battalion. From there they were sent transported by ship to Egypt and later to England, where their training was completed on Salisbury Plain. They were sent to France during the winter of 1916-17. In February 1917, Alf was injured and sent back to No3 Canadian General Hospital in Bologne. This is a letter written By Alf to his father, from the hospital. Don’t ask me what all the lingo means I wouldn’t know for sure – except the (Safs?) I think is the sensors had scored that word out. But yes you now can see where my sense of humour and my desire to write comes from. / I am extremely proud of This ANZAC, my great uncle Alf, – whom I never met – and hope soon to catch up with his descendent’s – whom I also haven’t met – to tell them so. I hope you enjoy this letter – I did :O) This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual letter written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray during his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [1] Prelude
  by adgray

  At the request of many of my friends, the following tale is told. The story, of privations and sufferings endured, is neither magnified n…

  his is a book written about the experiences of Private Alfred Gray Of Kyneton – My great uncle [Brother to my grandfather Harold] / I will post it in a series form each one being about 300 words long as that is the way Great Uncle Alf wrote it. I love the humour that my Uncle has allowed to salt his tales of war. After all he was a Gray! :O) / For the readers of you who were wondering what ANZAC Day was all about this is one story of a million! You will agree with me that I think this tale infinitely important. This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.