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What would you expect you had made a ground-breaking discovery that could save the lives of millions of lives and revolutionize medical science?
Would you expect to be thrown out of your job and ostracized from your industry?
One woman finds a way to fight back and make a statement that the...
It could be a good one
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What is the price for super stardom? How far would you be willing to go? How much would you be willing to sacrifice for the dream of artistic immortality?
By Lady Deva
A poem about Yoth in the Dreamlands.
A/N: Several things have been altered in this story; such as record labels and personal relations. Chad Gilbert bears no existence in Hayleyâ€™s life, Gerardâ€™s marriage is falling apart, light bashing is included, the Rockers are one big family and Tommy Mottola is the spawn of the...
By Jasmine Brown
HIMâ€¦ is a poem from a wife to his husband
I hope you will like it.
Thanks for reading folks!
By Alexa Rae
This was an assignment I had for my Dickens writing class. We had to emulate Dickens' style in his "Sketches by Boz" short stories. The service industry is something I am familiar with and all of the things that come with it.
Two strangers qualify for a AIDS study hosted by the pharmaceutical industry. They come to the US for the study and get more help from each other than the study but end up suffering for it.
People continue to play ignorant to the destruction their habits have on the environment.
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.
An evergreen news story for the news show CPTV about rethinking computer designs.
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 12, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How has reality television changed the entertainment industry?
This article examines a disturbing trend within the sex industry involving racism in various aspects.
Article | Updated Nov 17, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this piece after seeing a crow munching on some ice cream in Washington Square Park.
Grime is raw like an open wound, rough like rubbing your face on a 5 oâ€™clock shadow with unmistakable passion and the heart of a thousand lions. Grime has its own rules that set it apart from Hip Hop. My name is Charlie Boy. Iâ€™m or I was a DJ. My first mission was to open my ears,...