36 It was thirty-six yards from the front door to the mailbox out front. And it was the most important thirty-six yards of Nelson's day. He only enjoyed the steps out. The way to the mailbox was full of hope, promise. The way back was pure hell. Each step was another back. When he could, Nelson would walk as leisurely as was...
This is the first chapter of my upcoming novel coming out soon, named "The First Nineteen Years" Chapter One: Birth My mother often mentioned, whenever the occasion arose, how easy I had been to raise. Even at my birth, as if by some knowledge of her physical and emotional pain, I did my best to ease the process by arriving ...
The Destroyer of All Evil We called him Dusty. He was my favorite of the clan. It was a large, tight knit group we had. The eldest of three Indian brothers, my dad, met a charming young woman, my mom, in Boston. He married her more for convenience than true love, though there was plenty of passion, and it didn't work out. Wh...
Introduction A group of black slave traders is attempting a jungle path alongside a river. They haul with them a line of slaves chained to each other and being forced along by a group of black men with whips. Behind the main caravan a mobile wooden cage, of women and children (none younger than 4), are being hauled along by ...
Neil Singh
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