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A snow flake falls. The freeze sets in. The heart turns cold, unable to express it's constricting thoughts, unable to beat again. The night lays heavy on two families at war. They fight with one another, once friends from before. The clock ticks on in the silence. Time moves ever on. All souls tormented, even when the light shines, they never really meet the dawn. Death lays it's nimble fingers on these two homes. It sneaks and snakes through the cracks made of concrete and stone. The death of a daughter resonates for those  immediate and those known as step. Peculiar she was with a grin beyond her era, a smirk, a laugh, it reminds me of a dancing chime. A smile that withers a mother's rosy completion and has frozen her sense of time. I, myself, remember in that moment as the wind swept back her hair. The new family gathers for pictures, but we just sit back and stare. She smiles a sad smile and looks off into the crowd. I sat there beside her feeling a sense of forebodin...

 Allahu Akbar Written: Feb.25/15 for an English class Posted: Nov. 15/ 15 By: Gabriel Janas  *All rights reserved to the author*  Foreword : In the wake of the recent terrorist attacks on Paris, France (on November 13, 2015), the bombing of a funeral in Baghdad, Iraq (on November 13, 2015) , the bombing in Beirut, Lebanon ( on November 12, 2015), and the student massacre at Garissa University College in Kenya (on April. 2, 2015) I have been troubled by feelings of grim despair about the state of the world.  I have long ago given up watching or reading the news as it can drive any sane person to bouts of depression with all the atrocities human beings continuously commit on one another.  Just like 9/11, some news is inescapable regardless of the precautions taken to avoid any such news at all.  I found myself pondering a great many things in my grim thoughts today.  I wondered if the world was gearing up for another massive world war....

Manhood is not what it once was. From the time of the Industrial Revolution to the economic recession of recent years the role and understanding of masculinity and manhood has been scrutinized and changed as men struggle to find their place in an ever-evolving world. Subjects like love, life and death, money, relationships, loneliness and how to be a man are often avoided or addressed with confusion, guilt and fear. This book of poetry and tales aims to bring clarity and understanding to the topics most important to men. Written for men both young and old, as well as the women that enrich their lives, the age old question of what does it mean to be a man is explored in all its complexity. Whether you're just figuring out what manhood is all about or you've known it all your life but have questioned those beliefs you have been brought to this moment for a new understanding. This is your journey. Welcome to your initiation. Welcome to the world of men. Avail...

  Synopsis Manhood is not what it once was.  From the time of the Industrial Revolution to the economic recession of recent years the role and understanding of masculinity and manhood has been scrutinized and changed as men struggle to find their place in an ever-evolving world.  Subjects like love, life and death, money, relationships, loneliness and how to be a man are often avoided or addressed with confusion, guilt and fear. This book of poetry and tales aims to bring clarity and understanding to the topics most important to men.  Written for men both young and old, as well as the women that enrich their lives, the age old question of what does it mean to be a man is explored in all its complexity.  Whether you're just figuring out what manhood is all about or you've known it all your life but have questioned those beliefs you have been brought to this moment for a new understanding. This is your journey. Welcome to your in...

CH.2-Oliver’s Dark Knight 4 Days Later…             Looking out of the windows of the main boardroom of Queen Consolidated, Oliver gazed down across the bustling evening streets of Starling City.   It had been days since he had last talked to Laurel.   The disaster of a dinner at the best French restaurant in town had done nothing to repair the fragile trust that lay between them since his return home from the island.   If anything it had made that trust thinner than ice on an early spring day.   To top it off he had failed to take down Deadshot again.   Though Diggle wouldn’t admit to it he was furious.   Oliver couldn’t miss the look of maddening agony and anger in his eyes when he had failed to take the shot to kill Lawton.   He just couldn’t do it though.   It would have meant taking the life of an innocent woman that Lawton was using as a human shield.  ...