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Max Richard, a high school English teacher in the town of New Haven, Connecticut. Loved by his students, but never loved by a woman. Respected by everyone in the community, but never respected as an author. This novel will chronicle Max's persistent efforts to get one of his novels published, as...
Novel | Updated May 18, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
bassically a revamped verson from the one on my blog
there are,,,,,,,,,,,,, smooches
A short Poem I wrote, urging for gun control in the states after the Connecticut shooting in 2012.
The Newtown, CT shooting through the eyes of a student.
By Ian Dawn
I cried when I saw the footage of the Kindergarten and I am thousands of miles away. Why cant the US see that GUNS are just evil in teh hands of anyone. Learn, stand up to teh gun Lobby and make a stand as a nation this is rediculous innocent children died and all they have to say is "Lets arm...
By Russ Teed
An opinion about the tragic event in the Sandy Hook school.
Article | Updated Dec 16, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Larry Donnell Fowler
The tragedy in Connecticut once again will spark debate about the balance between gun contol and gun rights. Perhaps the founders actually did leave us the answers so many claim is evident in the constitution and perhaps we have been hearing the founders incorrectly.
How long are we Americans going to pretend like we don't have a problem? Senseless murder in America is on the rise. When it comes to human relationships it seems quite apparent that here in America we a not doing something right.
This is in response to the Elementary shooting in Newtown Connecticut. Written in utter shock and sorrow that precious lives were lost
By Coolidge Templeton
An old man rediscovers a baseball card that has appeared at key moments in his life. He finds it on the eve of the Boston Red Sox appearance in the 1986 World Series.
"What do you mean?" Seth asked. I could feel the tears collect in my eyes, threatening to fall. I looked down at my shoes, knowing that if I look at his face, I could never handle the pain I would see. I wiped a tear away that had escaped from my cheek and then worked up the...
In the small town of Franklin Connecticut, horror arises, beginning on Halloween night, when Lydia Monterey, a local teenager, dies on Halloween night at a party. But it's not your average death, isn't that right?
By Isabel Wordenklym
We traveled to New England last weekend and this is what I saw as we drove along some of the roads