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Father said the evening sky was the color of my eyes. Mother, turning back to my brother, said not to fill me with foolish fancies, that I’d learn the truth ...

you stare at me with bitter eyes, resenting me for privilege You've never tasted my tears, say i never shed them You say I know nothing of pain You say ...

It started out as a sort of ludicrous idea. I’m a pacifist, I’ve seen, I know, what violence and war can do. I’d like to see one thing accomplished by ...

I've been addicted to Dave Barry since I found his column in a Sunday paper (syndicated humor) and ever since, I've devoured his writing. Let me tell you, it could ...

The cloaked woman hurried through the dark streets, bent protectively over the basket in her arms. A tall man strode swiftly beside her, his own footsteps muffled by the cloth ...

Chapter One- Breaking Curfew I like to think that there are two different worlds. One is bright, clear, and safe. The other is dark, full of shadows and danger. Day ...

A ustomer. The man is rough, strong, his fingernails are filthy, his eyes are like chrome. The seller smiles his smooth smile, the slick words concealing sorrow. Some bargaining, some ...

I apologise in advance for how long this is. This book captured me within the first two pages, and kept me engaged all the way to the end. It took ...

[pre]Caught in the rhythm Trapped by the beat My fingers moving free of my will In counts of three she sings the song Voice bound not by words, I hear ...