A hero of war
Black leather boot's I awoke to the hummid tempetures of the barrack's I looked around and found only a few bunk's with over crouded ocupants it was the final day of our training we all were acited to get the drill sargent out of our hair I...
The Phoenix Within, A(nother) Personal Nonfiction
The 6 train rhythmically barrelled towards Pelham Bay Park, the terminus for the subway train line in the Bronx. I was riding it to a place I was not unfamiliar with, but far from being just a mundane same-old-thing visit. The destination was a bit...
The Stages of Coronavirus Disease
It was originated in wuhan.https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/index.html my first nonfiction literature i made. it was originated in wuhan china, the bat spreads all the animals had a disease from wuhan, china. than the bat from wuhan china.
"I am Not Afraid"
I Am not Afraid By Ken Anderson, 15 March, 2019. Ah, yeah, there it is... It's been years; too long. The memory has faded, But the desire remains. It's that feeling I've missed; Such sweet, silent songs, Such emotions debated, No...
The True And Potent SECRETS of SoFurry Story Formatting
### The True And Potent Secrets of SoFurry Story Formatting #### A Method of Cleanly Converting # Word Processor Documents ## of All _Sorts_ and _Descriptions_ ### Into Gorgeous and COMPATIBLE SoFurry ## _Journals and Text Story...
Ma'at Bio
77 ibs birthday: april 24th likes: tea, crystals (you know crystals with magical properties like healing and etc. yeah she's that kinda girl), incense, nature walks, meditation, any kind of water sport, warm weather/ spots, any novel that isn't nonfiction
I Don't Know...
I Don't Know... What tomorrow brings. The changing seasons; Different birds that sing... I don't know... What I'm meant to say; 'Cause I live each moment, From day to day... And I don't know... How sorrow feels; I've no regrets, For all I've...
"Respect"
"Respect" By Ken Anderson, 13 September, 2009 No, I've never felt Such calm and such peace, As when I have walked These crowded streets. With nods and smiles, They call out to me, To offer me greetings, Or something to eat, ...
"Broken Man's Blues"
* * * "Broken Man's Blues" Ken Anderson, 12 January, 2012 I've felt the cold, Of winter midnights. The things you see, Upon the streets. I've lived through guns, So many fistfights, And all the "things" They did to me......
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 31)
To his left, a thick nonfiction textbook: "feline behavior, volume iii: wild cats". to his right, a novel with a garishly bright cover depicting a wolf and rabbit in a deep romantic embrace: "a tale of moon". he breaks into a sweat.
"Heroin Eyes"
"Heroin Eyes" Written by Charles "Chucky" Mallon, 2 June, 2011. Reproduced by Ken Anderson. So many people walking by, So dead, but still alive. They're all in a rush to Get in line. Familiar...
Parenthesis
It is this subject - the difference, or similarity, depending on your perspective, between fiction and nonfiction, which presently weighs on my mind. specifically this is because i ask myself - at what point does one know when a story has ended?