Osama bin Laden...Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal!
Some call it a man.
I say No.
Manhood has qualifications...
And it has forsaken them.
Now it crouches
In its caves
That it shares with the rat and the scorpion.
No family, no friends
Only its fellow assassins.
No love;
Its rancid brain pulsates
with thoughts of vengeance and slaughter.
Its ears ring
With the thunder of bombs
That come ever closer.
It thinks its war is Holy
But Hell's Gates yawn for you,
Beast King.
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A delightful story of a needy family of squirrels who are kicked out of their village, because of their tattered clothes and nests.
Abandoned and in search of friends to accept them, they travel many roads of r
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
What began as Songs of the Angelic Gaze in the summer of 2006 continued the following year as The Bridge of Silver Wings, and developed even further two years after that into The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009. Whether readers describe it as a conversa
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