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By Sandy193 BRONZE
Noida, Other

It was just a few days ago that I read the most ridiculous piece of news on the Internet. A London based journalist had sent the opening chapters of a few Jane Austen novels to var...
Sandy193 BRONZE, Noida, Other
2 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Nonfiction
By Anonymous
Nonfiction
By risakonis0 BRONZE
Summerfield, North Carolina
risakonis0 BRONZE, Summerfield, North Carolina
3 articles 1 photo 1 comment
Matthew Osterman BRONZE, Cypress, Texas
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bakerlovespewds0328 PLATINUM, Elizabethtown, Kentucky
20 articles 1 photo 2 comments

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Nonfiction
By Jayda Thompson BRONZE
Lake Worth, Florida
Jayda Thompson BRONZE, Lake Worth, Florida
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Nonfiction
By oceaninyourveins SILVER
Farmington, New Mexico
oceaninyourveins SILVER, Farmington, New Mexico
8 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful." - John Green

MrCalculus SILVER, Ormond Beach, Florida
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Nonfiction
By Anonymous
Nonfiction
Anubisluver BRONZE, Goshen, Ohio
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Blessed be God&#039;s name? Why, but why would I bless Him? Every fiber in me rebelled. Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves? Because he kept six crematoria working day and night, including Sabbath and the Holy Days? Because in His great might, He had created Auschwitz, Birkenau, Buna, and so many other factories of death? How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers, end up in the furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?&rdquo; <br /> ― Elie Wiesel, Night