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Readers Note – Piece Contains Graphic Violence, Taboo Situations and Potentially Triggering Language In the food court of a nondescript mall, our show opens with kiosks and mild throngs of passersby in the background. Host Jim Skipper welcomes Philip Howard of Worcester. Howard prattles on about this foot tall Indian figurine chiseled from what appears …
As social animals with ability to communicate, express, emote and connect, human beings have a wonderful feature to their credit. Right since childhood, as we learn this mode of communication, we realize its power in connecting us with others. With this, as a life-long relation commences, we utilize the aspects of expressions and emotions to …
He exhaled, thinking about what he had just heard, what she had just told him, breathing out in time with his thoughts. The smoke floated up towards the dim porch light. “We’re done.” He said bitterly with cigarette smoke escaping his mouth, his voice was shaky but subtle. The girl shook her head. He glanced …
He hung up, finished his cigarette and headed to his car. The drive seemed forever and she began to think he changed his mind when the headlights flashed against the pale grey wall in her bedroom. She checked to see if her white shirt was still tucked into her high wasted shorts and grabbed her …
The words echoed in her head and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She felt like she could throw up and she was being choked to death. “Just take me home.” She said wiping away more tears and sitting up straight. For a few minutes he didn’t move and the rain kept …
We are birthed from time raised by it and killed by it; our one finite perpetual resource. It is the only thing we will never be able to manufacture, taste, hear, or smell. In essence it is our essence, this valuable commodity of time. So underlying true we hold time above all else in our …
This human cancer must be stopped from humanity’s soul it must be cropped Terrorism is the disease that is attempting to bring us to our knees The morning paper said another 41 dead Satan is trying to fill with our world dread hoping this evil will spread I pray that more of this illness we …
I am not sure why this hit me so hard. After all I am 58 years old and well past being grown so why did a little teasing about the gray in my hair give me pause. It is not like the gray was a surprise since I decided to never color my hair. The …
Mother nature, mother nature cast your spell. Mother nature, mother nature bring me back from hell. After I died I woke up in a river. The water was covering my legs to the knees. My head blossomed of wild flowers. My body reeked of Oleanders— White smell and poisoned taste. I could not open my …
Though the title of this article may seem appropriate for kids alone, the purpose of this piece is to reach out to individuals of all age-groups. As every individual is connected to the innocence of childhood in one way or the other, this article can relate to each one of us. A wonderful phase of …