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A connection between two friends who live miles apart.
Short Story | Updated May 21, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Philip Roberts
Poem about fascist leaders in formerly democratic countries like Australia and the U.S.A.; who love giving orders for the sake of bullying the majority.
This is a poem about the torture inflicted onto a Black American, because of the Ku KLux Klan.
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2013 | Reads: 106 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A new series of adventures for Bailey and the Doctor begins with a journey back in time to investigate a mysterious disappearance but what seems like an innocent trip quickly turns into a dangerous matter of life and death
It is 1847 and fourteen year old Kathleen Ryan has just immigrated to Boston from Ireland. She and her family have to overcome discrimination and disease in their new life.
The Second Civil War has erupted in America due to severe political and cultural differences, a boy and sister on opposite sides embrace this new situation.
The end of the school year has come, and summer is finally here! Natasha and her older brother Tyler can't wait to soak up the English sun and have the best summer with their friends. But they're plans are cut short when their Mum and Stepdad drop some unwelcome news on them. They're moving to...
This poem shows the view point from the perspective of a black child in times of severe racism and oppression. Through his words we see the world of history, where people were made to suffer just because of their skin colour. The poem is set in the mid 1900's where racial supremacy wreaked havoc...
When the conclave of Cardinals met in Rome this month to elect Pope Benedict XVIâ€™s successor, few predicted that Jorge Mario Bergoglio of Argentina would emerge victorious.
People from India were migrating to other countries for several centuries now. Coolie in Indian language means porter, sombody employed to do chores. The coolie man migration is perpetual, the exodus of people.
taken from my book,
My poem is based around a soldier in the midst of a crisis. His country used the excuse of
His eyes were beautiful. The world would just sparkle in them. And i was jealous. I wanted him. I wanted his girlfriend to just go away. I saw the way he looked at her. The way we flinched every time she would raise a hand. I would save him, I thought. I would get rid of all his problems. but in...
By Heather Kusterer
An opinion piece on the church in America.
Essay | Updated Mar 8, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0