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By Iskah E Shirah
In Puritan New England, two underage convicts must take for themselves the justice denied them by the law.
By Dennis Wing
Deborah sat stiffly alongside Theodate, who cradled her newborn son in her arms, on the rough-sawn bench nearest to the crude stone and mud mortared fireplace. Busying herself with needlework, she pretended to not listen to the small gathering of men that gathered at the table in the center of...
An elated man returns from Boston to find his lover dead.
Short Story | Updated Oct 13, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0