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The Creation of a Political Utopian Society
The 2024 U.S. presidential campaign topped the degree of polarization observed in the prior election. Many wondered how the country could be united after the election declared a winner since both the Democratic and Republican candidates vowed to contest the election results irrespective of whether the outcome was definitive or not. God help us was a popular slogan echoed by both candidates during their campaign rallies. And although an independent candidate also ran, most voters understood that this candidate was a spoiler that had little or no choice of capturing the White House.
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Fiction
A Question Of The Equestrian Plait
I'm a country girl at heart, even though big cities always try to suck me into them. Cities are like sponges. Once you are inside them they don't make it easy to escape. They seem to overload you with dull matters of life, like bills. There are always many more of those in cities. They are expensive places. Good to hide inside away from the crowd. Yet the crowds are vast. Ironic really when one thinks. Vast overcrowded places where no one speaks to anyone unless one has to. Good for tying up one's shoelaces of life I guess. One always seem to be at a starting point in a city or at end game. I always dived in and out as fast I could longing to be in the countryside again.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Fiction
The devil's paradise
CHAPTER ONE Large walls and hallways excited him; the mansion was considerably higher than his expectation. It was cleaned; freshly painted and furnished. The smell of freshly painted walls attracted his conscious. It was built in a large landscape of `10,000 sq.ft and the land area surrounded covered up to a hundred acres. The mansion was always popular; popularly pinned under the name of Earnest family mansion.
By Jayashree M5 years ago in Fiction
Wendigo's Moose
South of Saskatoon in Southern Saskatchewan, fertile farmland produces megatons of wheat and other food crops yearly. This story doesn’t take place there. North of Saskatchewan the fallow soil of the subarctic tundra grows stubby grass, moss, and lichens. This story doesn’t take place there either. Between those two tracts of land is a six-hundred-mile-wide stretch of boreal forest in the midst of winter’s grip. Now there’s a place for a story.
By Karl Van Lear5 years ago in Fiction
The beginning and the end
They never found it. They looked, but they never found it. But they knew about it. The newspapers reported it. That’s why they looked for it. “Aircraft Pay Nightly Call,” said the Montana Record-Herald (September 10, 1917) about flights over Helena. The Western News in Hamilton (September 13, 1917) reported, “Helena Excited about Airplanes: All Kinds of Reputable Citizens Confirm Reports of Night Prowlers.”
By Anne Millbrooke5 years ago in Fiction
How Adam Met Eve (A New World is Born.)
By Sharon Lee Goodhand 5 years ago in Fiction
Serendipity
Serendipity The recent heavy rains had slowed Pearl down; as much as she loved the rain and how it graced leaves and flowers in tiny liquid water jewels, it had made the narrow dirt tracks running through the borough of Shadewell difficult to navigate. Her wagon wheels ground to a halt in many places, choked up with mud and rocks.
By Sharon Lee Goodhand 5 years ago in Fiction
