Publish. Read. Get Read.
Random First Lines:Her name is Eli Grace, and she hasn't talked to Angels for years... » Read
Today we were gathered at the War Memorial in a hamlet called Kappel, which belongs to Freiburg, for it's Volkstrauertag, the day the people of Germany think and pray for the sons of Kappel (and other hamlets, town and cities) who fell in the two Great Wars. The World War I was fought 100 years...
By Hamlets Daughter
A friend challenged me to write about refugees, and being as it's such a hot topic, I obliged.
By Bruce Zielsdorf
Green Card Soldier is the tale of a Bosnian teenâ€™s escape to America â€“ fusing fact with fiction to tell a heroic story. This adventure novel is about Andro Babich, a naive, but inquisitive budding soccer star. His tale is told by Heath Winslow, a cynical, self-deprecating war...
My true experience during the evacuation of South Vietnam during April/May of 1975. I originally wrote this as a semi-final easy question during a Literature Class while attending Maryville University in St. Louis, MO, on May 19, 1990. The question posted was:
By John Tuby
: The helicopters circles over Kiba. Later, fires and brimstones rains over the entire village, men in ignominy veil emerged from nowhere and mauls the inhabitant of the village, they left sorrow, blood and tears on their trail.
Goi and his grand parents escaped the pogroms. Goi grows up...
This a conversational poetry. I hope you will enjoy this style as much as I am enjoying it. you are free to interpret them in the way you want. They are 6 poems in one. have a good time as you are reading.
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Summary: The fights between Sri Lankan govt. and LTTE is well known all over the world. For those who donâ€™t know: The actual inhabitants of Sri Lanka for over 3000 years are a race called as â€˜Tamil Eelam.â€™ Theyâ€™re there times since Ramayana (an epic of Hinduism written...
Short Story | Updated Jan 1, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 17
By John Berry
Inspired after conversing with a group of Cuban refugees at a second language school.
The fire was making me sleepy. Suddenly, my reverie was interrupted by a loud thump and a dragging sound that came from above which made me jump. I leapt up from the sofa and stood listening, my heart thudding against my ribs. I held my breath,
150 years into the futur an alien attack has wiped us out. Follow Jessica and thier small band of South African refugee as they fight for thier lives.
A short story I wrote for English. It is fictional, set in a fantasy land, but it is inspird by modern day refugees. An extreme imagintive response to current issues.
By James Gagiikwe
working with temporary asylum seekers.
Poetry | Updated Jan 9, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2