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Once a year there is a season.. that gives reason to the Orange Gourd we call the Pumpkin.. better known as the " Majority Call ".
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into madness, this series of short stories explores the chains that bind the human spirit to the repetition of survival.
S.S.H.U.T.: Identifying Evil
What if people could think for themselves? No, I don't mean rotating the...
A short narrative of the prospect and challenges of South Africa in comparison to other economies. The debate is within the post colonial evolution of nations, looking at the future within a globalised framework. South Africa is a natural winner, and although there is generally a disfigured view...
Suicide is not something minor nor is a phase.
Everyone has thought about this at least once.
Everyone has looked over the glorious section of there life to stare at the lack in their life from time to time.
Yet some people can't see the joy and importance of there life some people can't simply...
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
By Philip Roberts
It is time to start treating the Manchestor rioters as human beings. Time to listen to them and find of what is driving their actions!
One's conscience is what still makes us human, u define 1 man & hundreds turn up, please discard d life style of d majority................................................................................................
Eleanor Holstarlor is an opera singer/primary school teacher recently out of college. Her life is fairly normal; chatty friends, loving boyfriendand the typically annoying family. The only glitch being her boyfriend, Terry, is a member of one of the most notorious criminal gangs in the world....
Katie just Wants To Be That Average Girl That Gets The Good grades And Has Some very Close Friends, But Of Course With Her Constantly Moving It's Very had For Her To Be This.
And It's About To get A Hell Lot Harder.
What is wrong with hwo we treat our veterens...
This poem is about being frustrated about high school cliques, and yes this was written when i was in high school, year 10 to be exact.
Cliques are outside of school too, but in highschool it is more intense.