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By Zed Tassian
In this piece I explain what writing means to me; while hinting at my views on this society.
I briefly discuss how we are destroying our planet and ultimately ourselves by various means.
This article is about that what your body has.
By Charles Gannon
This poem talks about the education system and that not all the issues that take place are the kids fault.
Poetry | Updated Aug 5, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fairies and Gargoyles had been at war for centuries, and nothing the government had done had changed that. It had become an accepted, however regrettable, reality. In the past few years, though, the fighting had died down to petty scuffling and there were few annual casualties on either...
Soft plush against my back.
"How are you Mark?"
................................The temperature probably set to 68 degrees give or take a degree or two.
"It has been awhile since you've been in,"
................................5 months, 3 days,13 hours, 26 minutes...
General Information about Bitcoins and the public system that implements them
Essay | Updated Jun 29, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Post Cold War conflict--does it come down to religion or economics?
By Lady Deva
A poem about the ancient Goddess Yidhra.
By Paul Butters
A story of deep space exploration.
By Kenn Sakurai
An essay about the truth of our current society of a corrupted system from own experiences.
Late on your rent? A lawyer will be calling soon. This is the story of his life.
Short Story | Updated Mar 3, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Scott Talbot Evans
A man battles the mental health system and junk food commercials on his quest for work and love.
"5.0 out of 5 stars A whimsical tale from an institute that would have Ken Kesey Cuckoo with jealousy." "From the twisted (in the BEST way) mind of Scott Evans comes this soon to be classic tale of...
By Rocky Arun
As I knocked the door, my mom welcomed me with a smile. Accepting it, on the way to my room, I saw a knife over an apple, my dad was hanging a rope to dry up the clothes, and my sister was folding her saree, my thoughts found out some substitutes to end the life.
Bonnie, age four, along with four of her siblings, was taken by force from her home in rural Canada and placed in the care of the Children's Aid Society. Over the next fourteen years, the children are split up and reunited multiple times, moving from foster home to foster home, always hoping to...