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AGE:
55
LOC: Blandon, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: January 26
LOC: Blandon, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: January 26
Hello out there in Cyberland!
My name is Robert J Saniscalchi and I am the proud author of the critically acclaimed novel- BULLETS AND BANDAGES- this book can be ordered online at pdbookstore.com or check it out on Amazon.com (under the title and author). I am also the author of a comparitive essay titled- THE LINK BETWEEN IRAQ AND VIETNAM and a happy little family story titled- In Freedom’s Light- they are listed on the new and exciting program called Amazon/Shorts, where quality short stories can be found for less than 50 cents each.
Read the reviews and details about my books on Amazon,and the Authors web page listed below
I welcome any questions about my work or writing in general. Please e-mail me Rsanisr@yahoo.com or vi…
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We were just about finished with our two-hour watch when a trip flare went off at the 1st Marine perimeter. Suddenly! I heard a loud detonation as we ran for cover. Sergeant Green yelled out, "Gentleman here we go again!" The trip flares started popping up into the night sky. Green issued the command to hold fire as the fireworks started at the Marine position. We all just watched and waited. My nerves were on a fine edge. It was a flood of emotions for me, feeling both fear and exhillarartio...
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An hour before dawn, Rob grabbed his hunting gear and left the warm comfort of the old log cabin. Once outside, he was glad he put the extra layers on. The fresh mountain air was crisp and cold, with a slight scent of the woodstove to it. He slipped into the cold dark woods, using his flashlight, he found his way to the narrow trail through the pines. Trying to stay as quiet as possible,he followed along the trail and climbed up into his tree stand. Once settled in, Rob huddled against the t...
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The cemetery was right where the preacher had said it would be. I pulled off the road and walked, following a path as it led under some huge oak trees. It wasn't long before I came upon them. They were all praying at the gravesite. They hadn't noticed me yet, so I staightened my tie and buttoned my uniform. I felt really nervous as I came over to them. One of them, a big man with a gray beard spoke. "Who are ya? We not be a-needin' for you to be here." I looked him in the eyes. I could see th...
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I am a writer of stories not poems but, I will tell you what I see in the words. I can follow the story in the words. Perhaps once he is out their in the real world he will see how important home and friends really are. I think we all reach a point in our lives when we want change and the writing reflects that well. The rythm and rhym is not there my friend and that is where it falls short. Work on that and you will have a nice poem, or you could add a little length and make it a short story....
I am a writer not a poet but I will give you my honest opinion. I can feel some potential here but you have to make it a little more clear to the reader as to what the piece is about. Is she in a card board box with someone? Is there a sexual thing going on? I'm not sure so it leaves me a little short. It has potential so maybe a little touch up is needed. Good luck The writer writes and the reader can see. Robert J
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