Welcome to our public journal where visitors to The Truth Tree post original poems, excerpts from stories, short-short stories or other "scribblings" to see how our readers will react.

     Please note, this particular branch of the Truth Tree is only for creative writing.  Let's avoid crowding out writers and poets with unrelated messages.  We offer many forums with political and philosophical issues up for debate, though.  Just visit our home page, the Truth Tree.

     In 1819, Percy Byshe Shelley wrote in his preface to Prometheus Unbound,

The [act of] having spoken of myself with unaffected freedom will need little apology with the candid; and let the uncandid consider that they injure me less than their own hearts and minds by misrepresentation. Whatever talents a person may possess to amuse and instruct others, be they ever so inconsiderable, he is yet bound to exert them: if his attempt be ineffectual, let the punishment of an unaccomplished purpose have been sufficient; let none trouble themselves to heap the dust of oblivion upon his efforts; the pile they raise will betray his grave which might otherwise have been unknown.