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REVOLT

Stanley WilkinOctober 19, 2017

REVOLT written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk I. Maria looked out over the bleak city landscape, noting again the jagged ruins of the nearby city ...

EnglishLiterature22 min read

A Lares

Jose A GomezMarch 24, 2017

A Lares written by: José A Gómez Ya era de noche cuando comenzó Brillaba la luna y el roció cayo Hombres cabalgando llenos de valor Iban a enfrenta...

Jose A GomezPoetrySpanish2 min read

Rebeldía

Núria Segura InsaOctober 25, 2016

Rebeldía written by: Núria Segura Insa @Poetica140c Rebeldía es poesía. Es la comisura de tus labios, dientes de nieve. Tu pelo suelto, revuelto tus ...

Spanish0 min read

Rebellion That Ought To Be

Rakind KaurAugust 28, 2016

Rebellion that ought to be written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah Drugged abused persecuted shamed humiliated murdered stripped of identity, ideology, ...

English2 min read

Tree Huggers

Rakind KaurAugust 7, 2016

Tree Huggers written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah This human world That deems itself The superior has said to me Countless times Plants don't talk Birds...

English1 min read

They Say a Lot

Rakind KaurJune 19, 2016

They say a lot written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah Fly high they say Take a flight they say Soar through the skies they say Reach for the stars ...

English1 min read

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Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...