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Hidden in every society a group exists purely to keep order and balance. To protect those that are not capable themselves. To protect the weak, ignorant, and even the convicted.
I'm not sure I am going to keep the rating PG it might change to R. There most likely will be cussing so if you don't...
By Martha Nesbitt
Charles Parker may well have been an innocent man. He was arrested for the kidnapping and rape of June Walters and her five year old daughter. Parker was denied his right to a jury trial,
By Martha Nesbitt
If only walls could talk what a tale the La_Laurie House on Bourbon Street In New Orleans, Louisiana would tell of strange bizarre rituals and macabre medical surgeries.
A social justice poem.
Love is just as strong as hate, if not stronger.
By Jericho Short
Private Detective Randal Knash breaks into the house of Mafia leader Alex Bogart. It's off the record, and it's personal.
Short Story | Updated Jan 15, 2015 | Reads: 61 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sahar Ahmad
I dream of a land, a land of nowhere. It is peaceful and quiet.
Poetry | Updated Dec 25, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
Frank has been a good father, and a dutiful husband if you don't count his guilty secret.
Short Story | Updated Dec 21, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Naape Lucas
Only God can judge
Poetry | Updated Dec 12, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
U.S. Internationalism and Isolationism by: Eli Dupuy
Poem of support to all the protestors in Ferguson!Enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An essay about my personal experiences with racism. The use of African American as a designator of race and not point of origin. The fact that we are essentially all Africans, having all originated from Africa. How we should abandon African American as a designation of race for Black people,...
taken from my book,
By Jim Pack
What to do about Lonny Crane? Number 26 in the Henry Luellen series of short fiction.
We all have a past, one we try to run from, a past we try to hide from. One anticipation to another the loyalties of death are what becomes us. I wander towards my past because it is me. Watching my brother drown at his young age became my reality, my caution, my future. What I didnâ€™t...