The Diary of Jerrod Bently is a two book series that tells the story of a young man's adventures when he leaves his home on the rough steets of New York City to become a cowpuncher in the post Civil War West. Upon his arrival in the small town of Grant's Creek Texas, he finds work as a drover on a cattle drive about to leave for a distant railhead in Kansas. Only problem is, Jerrod has never been on a horse, nor has he been around cattle. He must learn fast, and so he does from his new found,
My name is Rosalinda. I know! Old name right! My Grandad came up with it. I live with my Dad, Mum, Kevin my Brother and my Sister Jade. My mums side of the family like to meddle, one day we had enough and cut all contact with them. It was easy other than the fact that we lived in the same town literally a few streets away from each other. My cousin Natasha was my best friend until the family breakdown. We grew apart...for the better. We still go to school together and we are still friends. She
Poems in meter and rhyme that modern writers often face a difficulty.Free verses are different forms of poetry and writing free verses is an art. Unlike rhythm and rhyme they are actually natural and spontaneous. On the other hand form poetry is difficult to write yet these poems exude a beauty subtle and palpable.
We both sobbed and clutched one another. We kissed again, our faces wet with tears. A long, kiss moving our hands all over each other. I opened my eyes. Marty's brown eyes stared into mine, smoldering. The next morning, the car was loaded up, behind it a pick-up truck with dilapidated furniture on it, and that was the last I saw of Marty for years. We wrote and kept in touch, talked on the phone, but not a lot, living in different parts of the country. He was upstate for a while, then in the
The Diary of Jerrod Bently is a two book series that tells the story of a young man's adventures when he leaves his home on the rough steets of New York City to become a cowpuncher in the post Civil War West. Upon his arrival in the small town of Grant's Creek Texas, he finds work as a drover on a cattle drive about to leave for a distant railhead in Kansas. Only problem is, Jerrod has never been on a horse, nor has he been around cattle. He must learn fast, and so he does from his new found,
My name is Rosalinda. I know! Old name right! My Grandad came up with it. I live with my Dad, Mum, Kevin my Brother and my Sister Jade. My mums side of the family like to meddle, one day we had enough and cut all contact with them. It was easy other than the fact that we lived in the same town literally a few streets away from each other. My cousin Natasha was my best friend until the family breakdown. We grew apart...for the better. We still go to school together and we are still friends. She
Poems in meter and rhyme that modern writers often face a difficulty.Free verses are different forms of poetry and writing free verses is an art. Unlike rhythm and rhyme they are actually natural and spontaneous. On the other hand form poetry is difficult to write yet these poems exude a beauty subtle and palpable.
We both sobbed and clutched one another. We kissed again, our faces wet with tears. A long, kiss moving our hands all over each other. I opened my eyes. Marty's brown eyes stared into mine, smoldering. The next morning, the car was loaded up, behind it a pick-up truck with dilapidated furniture on it, and that was the last I saw of Marty for years. We wrote and kept in touch, talked on the phone, but not a lot, living in different parts of the country. He was upstate for a while, then in the