Give praise and glory unto God, The Father of all blessing; His mighty wonders tell abroad, His graciousness confessing. With balm my inmost heart He fills, His comfort all my anguish stills.
Editor’s Note: We were recently contacted by the folks at Sorry Chicken, after they read one of our earlier posts. They offered us the opportunity to run one of their pieces, which
(Continued from Part II) “One day, after unsuccessfully calling my sons for dinner, I went to barn to look for them. What I found was a study in horror: Moira’s cage was
(Continued from Part I) Moragan saw the Red Brother appear at their shop door before Cutter did. She immediately knew him as a user of magic, not by the crimson robes or
Editor’s note: The following is extracted from Heroic Ballads (published 1890). BOADICEA by William Cowper When the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel
Are you white? Yes? Then you are a racist. I don’t care if you are Mother freakin Teresa. You’re a racist; you can’t help it. Don’t care if you have black friends,
Editor’s note: The following comprises the sixth chapter of Seven Roman Statesmen of the Later Republic, by Sir Charles Oman (published 1902). VI. Crassus Napoleon, in one of his cynical moods, once
Cutter felt the dragon wrap around his arm as he ripped it from its hiding place beneath an overhang of the muddy river bank. It didn’t have wings, of course; this one
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