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Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 7
Chapter 7 bare - Start Reading Roots and Romance chapter seven now. New Reader of this series? Begin with Chapter 1 of Roots and Romance.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - A Message from Him
Disruption. I love the word and all it represents. You sit in your ordered world and look about and think, "I know this world. This is my place and I know my place within it."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
194 Cynthia's Crack
David said she was hallucinating. She believed him. Indeed, no one else could see the crack three feet in front of her. "Cynthia, you take medication for a reason."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 6
Chapter six of Roots and Romance - the story continues! Enjoy reading below. Want to start from the beginning? Chapter one is here.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
193 Etched in Stone
In a forgotten land, an exquisite palatial colonnade rises from a granite stylobate--foundation supporting its marbled columns. A lofty horizontal mezzanine, contiguous lintel, perches well above the heights of even great men--a circle of architrave, frieze, and ouroboric cornice--that loops for the inquisitive, orbiting eyes that follow it.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The future of "Cartoon Network" in Danger: Is the End Near?
"A tale of history and inheritance, that is one of a kind" Cartoon Network revolutionized the animation industry with its innovative and bold programming when it launched on October 1, 1992. The network set new standards for child-friendly TV by premiering shows such as Dexter's Laboratory, The Powerpuff Girls, Johnny Bravo and Courage The Cowardly Dog.
By Akshat Raj2 years ago in Fiction
The Pritchard Diaries
In the middle of a barren, dirt field surrounded by dying weeds sits an old, wooden church. It had a name once but it's been long since forgotten. The sign blew away during the great dust storms of ’38, and no one saw fit to replace it. Nowadays people around town just refer to it as God’s House. Its exterior is as dry and weathered as the surrounding flatlands. No cross hangs over the battered front door. No stained glass, or glass of any kind for that matter, glistens in its slender windows. They are heavily shuttered against the Kansas winds. The bell tower has no spire. It is merely a squat chimney perched ominously over the entrance. The bell within it is small and rusty and only rings when a twister comes knocking. Its sole occupant is only slightly younger than that church itself and he tends to it as well as any man of ninety-four years can manage. He is the Right Reverend Hyram Pinker and he is the oldest man in town.
By Dina Ritz2 years ago in Fiction
The Vending Machine - 4
Perplexed, Ashton found a news channel on his computer and watched the following report: “Breaking news: No More Pandemics!
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
Fade to Grey
The world has faded to grey. I drag myself to the bus each morning, listless. Hours tick by, marked by my fingers against the keyboard and papers rustling in my in-tray.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 5
Intrigued by Roots and Romance? Read below for Chapter five! New reader? Begin your journey with Chapter 1. What happened in the last chapter? Unravel the secrets in Chapter four of Roots and Romance here.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
Athanasy - The Power Within You
Eras passed by, The ancient Greek town dappled with glory and scars, Beholding the tales of the gods in the sky, Crossing the streams of the city,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Hands Can't Stop You
Banu Akhtar has not had two hands since birth. When she was 12 years old, she wanted to go to school like other girls. Her father told her, "If you can write your own name by today, I will admit you to school." She managed to write it in just one hour with the help of her thumb and forefinger. The next day, her father admitted her to school. Her school was a little far from her home. A public representative in their area used to take her to school by bicycle every day and bring her back home by bicycle every day. Thus, her education started, and she studied until class VIII.
By Alexa Peri2 years ago in Fiction