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Random First Lines:The â€œKhamsa handâ€ motif was an apt element to feature in Curse Me Not, my novel about a woman who can see peopleâ€™s auras and... » Read
Sequel to Pride. Honor sees a return to everyone's favorite college kid Commie fighters. The Chinese have stepped up their brutal presence, but the rebellion has also gained size. But with a new leader and 2 years wearing them down, can the Minutemen keep up the fight?
This story is my...
When Detective Deborah Lane gets a call from her boss that a notorious group of bank robbers have been performing heists all through out New York City, she immediately jumps at her chance of nabbing the crooks. The robbers perform a set of heists twice a year and have recently escaped some of...
Short Story | Updated Jul 24, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Diego's dad goes on a long journey.
I was so surprise when my soccer coach tells that I am going to White House in Washington D.C
( I told my parents that I will go there and they were so proud of me)
I was ready to go and to hear my coachâ€™s voice on the phone
(I put my equipment in my bag pack and sat on my thinking chair...
By K Flu
An article about the death of my Brother, Michael M. Fluellen. At 14, he was shot to death in a drive-by shooting just outside of his home on Mother's Day. 1994 was the year and now in the year 2011, things haven't gotten much better. Youth Violence has sparked a bad plug around the Globe. Where...
â€œMe, a donkey the symbol for a major political party?â€ â€œI am not even native to this land,â€ â€œIt is like a foreign born becoming the President of this country,â€ pondered Jack, a donkey on the main land.
â€œWell, donkey, in the land of immigrants,...
Here is one of my favorite true stories as a freshman at Christopher Columbus Catholic HS in Boston, MA.
My homeroom priest was named Father Brennan. We were being taught exclusively by Franciscan Fathers. Father Brennan was a tall, young thin man and probably gay, now that I think of it. He...
My class made poems about when the Tahio indians and Columbus met and mine got selected to be in the newletter! ^__^
Poetry | Updated Sep 23, 2009 | Reads: 60 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A reflection on how conservation became a movement and an attempt to understand why people are unwilling to participate in these efforts.
By Jon Sun
What would happen if some cities went back in time to 1497?
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