By Onkar Sharma Romance stories rarely capture my attention, but Love It Was Never Meant for Me by Kulbhushan Chaudhary, alias KK, proved to be an exception. Despite sitting on my desk untouched for over a week, once I began…
By Taylor Dibbert The child custody litigation Was an opportunity For the two of them To grow closer But the opposite happened. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, the…
By William T. Hathaway The German establishment is in crisis. It has ruled for 80 years by charting a middle course between progressive and conservative policies. Labor and business have cooperated to achieve social and economic stability. But that consensus…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan Why I write Writing is never just a hobby.Sometimes, it is about giving meaningto words that have been meandering aimlessly along the lanes of your mind.Sometimes, it is about marryingtwo extremely unlikely phrasesjust so you can define…
By: Ranjit K Sahu Frozen night The stars twinkle in the moon glowBut the sky’s darkness is not missedThe earth’s weary from winter bluesAnd with snow showers it is kissed The white expanse is pure for sure,And divine as divine…
By James Aitchison In 1975, Jack Higgins wrote The Eagle Has Landed, a fictional German plot to kidnap Winston Churchill from a Norfolk village. The movie starred Michael Caine, Donald Sutherland, and Robert Duvall. A brilliant plot? Yes, and one…
This article highlights the top 10 cheat tricks to write an outstanding philosophy paper. Continue reading till the end to crack the code of an impressive philosophy dissertation. By: Hannah Williams Philosophical papers are not like the normal papers students…
By: Jim Bates Frozen icy pondMarsh grass and cattails stand tallNot bothered by snow. Wintery wind blowingGrey skies thick with snowy cloudsWarm blankets await..Horizon fadingFluffy snowflakes ultra-lightSoftening the day. Zero below daySoup simmers while cornbread bakesComfort food delights
By: Don Leo adjusted a tiny dial on the black frames of his eyeglasses with one hand and tapped a few keys on his laptop with the other. “Come on,” he pleaded under his breath. “Work.” Leo looked…
By John RC Potter It was one of those chilly and snowy evenings in southwestern Ontario that seemed to be worse back in the mid-70s when this story takes place. My younger sister Barb and I were pleased to…