By: Linda M. Crate I had decided that since I never had to read anything by the great F.S. Fitzgerald in high school or college that I would pursue one of his works on my own time. When I first…

A letter by Rudyard Kipling, which he’d written in 1894, has now surfaced in London in which he’d admitted to plagiarising some of his best known works, including parts of the famous—The Jungle Book. It has been reported by a London newspaper which…

punctured in love repaired in grief i‘ve dreams still left i know in brief i search for peace but not in leisure hard work is my duty that’s my only pleasure love was an ordeal it’s now a memory passions exist no…

Once upon a timeI plundered eggsfrom a rickety khokhain my villagenestled in the hillsand ran into the corn fieldsthough chased by houndsand a gaunt owner. Hardly had I tastedthe albumin andchewed the yolkwhen a bolt of metalincapacitated meflattened meamid the…

By: Shannon Del Ross Myth and archetypes permeate both modern and ancient literature. In some modern literature, however, use of such symbols can result in a reversal of their traditional meanings. In Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper,” the narrator’s journey to madness…

By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   The last fisherman stared at me suspiciously before walking, languidly, away with his fishing paraphernalia. I wondered what was going on in his mind. Perhaps he was thinking another youngster has gone bananas, or that…

Amazon Publishing has announced Kindle Worlds, claimed to be the first commercial publishing platform that will enable any writer to create fan fiction based on a range of original stories and characters and earn royalties for doing so. Amazon Publishing, as…

Amazon has selected one winner in each of five categories: general fiction, mystery/thriller, romance, science fiction/fantasy/horror and young adult fiction. From now through May 29, Amazon customers are encouraged to read excerpts from the winning books and vote for their…

By: DC Foster Scar tissue mottled the old man’s hands, the thinner the lighter; it ran like Desert Storm camouflage from his wrists into his fingers toward the jaundiced nails that tipped each of his ten digits. No, nine digits. His…

Your sulky countenance, once source of infinite affection, now drives me angry impatient indifferent and repulsive. That feeling of innocent tussle which brought us closer each day has walked out unnoticed untold. The sunlit fields irrigated by our sweat replenishing…