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  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Trapped

    The last glistening white rose fell on to the coffin as it slowly edged its way in to the dark depths of the cold, unforgiving world. The boy stood alone ...

    Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:41 am


"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world."
— Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery