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  • Fiction > Action-Adventure
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    “In to base camp Dong Ha, we’re gonna need boo-coo birds on eagle flight in the boonies, Montagnards lighting up with the miniguns, Phoenix got nothing in here, we’re gonna need counterinsurgency in salvo, out.” Hell has no winter. Hell does not freeze over, it does not sleep, it does not...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    My name is Adam and I fled paradise. My earliest memory of Eden is a wooden table, splintered and marked by the edges of a dull knife. The lighting is dim, brief spasms filtering from a dirty lamp. A rusted line stretches above the wooden table, dangling with a thousand curved hooks. He- we calle...
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    What is American exceptionalism? It is defined as a “belief in America’s unique and single-minded commitment to freedom”. As American citizens, we may believe that our relatively short history- refined, sugarcoated, and hidden by textbooks and politicians alike-, along with an allegedly welcom...
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    Where I am from, it is the sullen joy of man to converse with the moon and the stars, as they break towards the horizon But moons, stars, horizons are rocks, ash, and burned things On what hearts will they carry your burden? In a gala of constellations They find you huddling...
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    The dynamite box of Syria has exploded, and its ashes are falling on President Obama’s desk. With the clamor of newspapers and human rights zealots ringing in his ears, the President must face the barbed question: will he intervene in the Syrian conflict? By the evidence found at the crossroads of...
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    He threw himself down the stairs. The night roared through the window, the black void of space beat on the walls. It yet another day when he walked in his sleep, and not the last in which he woke, startled, to tumbling down into the dark abyss. He was a Fellow, but so were his neighbors. And ...
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    If gods lie at the feet of kings, May the filth, the stink of summer air fill my marrows That man's footsteps seal this man in sorry dust (Seas converged, their foam billowed my cape) The tread of a thousand traitors echoes in this early tomb Their venom tethered and lured me to bloodied ...
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    Blue hair, flesh blue, skin blue No muscle, no meat Damaged brain and damaged children A walking skeleton This my grandmother tells me At six-thirty, still in the dark Her wails pool in black puddles Pooling under her eyes One skeleton lives in the closet Coming at night to whisper ...
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    In a tragedy that has marred the face of American diplomacy and foreign policy, the death of Ambassador Chris Stevens in Libya begs the question: how can the United States fail to protect its diplomats abroad? As new details emerge surrounding the attack on the U.S. consulate in Benghazi, so do crac...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    10:55 AM I am standing in the middle of this field, looking for a flower or a rock or some glory of Nature to ponder about. But the only things here are the weeds that man’s construction left behind. 11:00 AM The path that leads to the meadows is brushed by the lightest cattails and strewn by...
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    I can’t make art. In fact, when I was younger, I colored so far beyond the lines that my mom made me redo them because she felt embarrassed, for herself. So, my artistic career had a rather inauspicious start. The situation was not any further remediated by my 8th-grade self portrait- an accurate ...
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    The patriotism is palpable in Great Britain, as the nation is hyping up to celebrate its beloved Queen Elizabeth II. The occasion marks her diamond jubilee of sixty years on the throne, a celebration distinguished by proudly flown Union Jacks and tacky souvenirs. But the festivities have also awaken...
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    Humiliated and misunderstood for 200 years, our most elusive Founding Father is finally vindicated. In this sweeping biography, Ron Chernow breathes life into the man on the $10 bill, whose untimely death left his reputation subject to the political elements. Almost fairy-tale-like, it is the story ...
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    Hidden deep within the works of Leonardo da Vinci is an elaborate code. And with that code lies a truth so powerful that it threatens the very foundations of humanity. And the truth is about to be revealed. Robert Langdon, professor of symbology at Harvard University, has just been called to th...
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    It's safe to say that the American Revolution has never been this fun. It is the tumultous narrative of a spy named John Stocking on the streets of wartime New York. Raised by prostitutes living in the red-light district "Holy Ground", Johnny is thrown into the turmoil of the War for ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am not a square But I live in a cube It’s called writer’s block And the rent is very high And the landlord very mean. The ceiling leaks sometimes Drops of fractured Sentences and gushes Of misbegotten Nouns and homeless Verbs and occasionally Delusional commas. The floor creaks...
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    There once lived a man Rather, not once, but many times. Every time he lived, he lived in gold, The sort that floods your room in the morning. His was the brilliant glory that rested in the bottom of Seine et Marne. But two suns cannot compete, especially the rays Which lace the robes of a kin...
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    I am from the horse On one foot at city hall And the general who cared For nothing less than the king’s head. I am from the lamps that fought monsters And the clock that left the red stains on the wall I am from learning to snap While staring at the ceiling And respecting the whit...
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    Upwards and burning, Bursting from the emerald fields The green top overtakes the red As a wave of yellow cascades down the side They whoop and holler as they chase one another, Crashing through vineyards And slipping along brick walls Nestled in their midst. Bounding across the red clay,...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    “O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven…” I fidgeted in my seat. “It hath the primal eldest curse upon ‘t…” My knee bounced up and down like the needle on a seismometer. “To be forestalled ere we come to fall…” Fingers bound up in knots, I tried to slow time in vain. ...
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    The hollowness of Nature's tears rings in the depths of bare branches. A pale, endless void draws the laments of creatures below. The footsteps of an escape lead down to the gulleys and bowels of the earth, trailing in dark soil. Somebody is scrubbing at the walls in vain, trying to get rid of ...
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    The Jefferson Key Steve Berry 451 pages Buried deep in the Constitution, Article 1, Section 8, is a clause that most of us don't know about. What if because of this clause, four presidents have been assasinated? History is about to repeat itself when an attempt is made on President...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The egg perched himself on the wall, sitting contentedly, until suddenly, that famous vertigo overtook him, the ground rushed towards his face- Splat! Pieces of shell flew off in all directions, and the poor guts and innards of this unsteady fellow congealed into a yellow mass. The egg, you could s...
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    “You just can’t stop talking, can you?” my science-oriented friend asks me. “Um… no, I can’t. There is just too much going on.” I didn’t realize I had just spent the last 30 minutes ranting on about how the Founding Fathers were just so totally awesome, especially Alexander Hamilto...
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    The spirit of Earth dances in them. They grow in the glory of the sun- children, decorations, paintings of the dark soil. From whence lie the crumbled fossils of yore, there is hope, for there is life. The world is alight, burning in the effervescence of Mother Nature. Their petals reach to embrace ...

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