The Birmingham Preacher

The morning after the bombing, Fred Shuttlesworth’s congregation begged him to cancel…

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…late-night explosion reduced the small house to shambles and rattled windows a mile away. Ku Klux Klan members had placed 15 sticks of dynamite beneath the home of Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth, pastor of Bethel Baptist Church. Neighbors and police arrived to find Shuttlesworth, his wife, and children…

By Pete Black

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A Door Kept Open

…could any of them possibly know what it was like to suffer, to wake up every morning disappointed that death hadn’t taken them away in the night. No one could possibly understand the undeniable feeling Cadmus couldn’t shake, that the best things in life continued to avoid him purely because life seemed to hate his face. He sat on the bus bench every morning watching them go by…

By C.L.Norby

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Finding An Empty Envelope

We hope things will get better but nobody wants to put in the work, they just wait

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…many days that can run full red, first the jobsite tried to bleed you dry again, then you came home to find your wife’s bleeding heart being served as the main dish. “Nothing special,” she said when asked about dinner. Yohan found this particular day, this last Saturday in September would become…

By C.L.Norby

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Happiness And Contentment

What makes people dissatisfied with life? Why do you think even the rich are never satisfied…

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…people dissatisfied with life? Why do you think even the rich are never satisfied with what they have? Read the story to find out how futile it is to change one’s outward circumstances to make…

By Marvelio Oxford

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Twenty Years Later

…decided to visit the earth. So, He came dressed as a village man. Then visited a village. He saw a lass is sobbing sitting on her house varandah. It was night and she was alone. The house was an obscured part of the village. He came to her to find out the reason for her sobbing alone. After hearing the voice of a male, she started stuttering. Then the God gently put His hand on her shoulder to calm her…

By Monalisa Parida

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The Stabbing

…happened so fast. The black kid grabbed her purse. She stabbed him. The steel blade pierced his heart. He stumbled back a few feet and fell dead to the street. She picked up her purse and without thinking wiped the bloodied knife on his body. Forgetting where she had intended to go. She walked numbly back to her apartment, locked the door and stared blankly into…

By K. L. Shipley

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One Father's Day Like This

…downed the last of his pint of lager. He placed it down on the table and sighed in satisfaction. There was nothing quite like a few pints on a Friday night. Finishing work for the weekend was like the end of term for Ronnie, his eight year old son. The weekend stretched out in front of him like Ronnie’s summer…

By Chris Platt

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