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Inspirational blog from the real life challenges of a Christian Life Balance Coach, and the Author of truly affordable Life Balance Workbooks. submitted by - Christine Pechstein
The web home of the Toronto SF Writers Group, a critique group for emerging writings of adult and YA science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal short stories and novels. submitted by - Megan Crewe
A widely acclaimed fact-based novella pitting Crockett against Santa Anna in a debate over the facts of the Texian Revolution in the hours after the fall of the Alamo. submitted by - Fletcher Rhoden
A love story between rescued animals and how they changed Melanie's life forever. submitted by - Melanie Higgins zysk
Push Nevahda's life is one of horrific sexual abuse that becomes the catalyst for Nevahda's search for meaning in life. The lost of his humanity is evident,but what makes this book exceptional is the unapologetic journey that Williams' story takes us on. Now the predator, we breathlessly follow Nevahda's Journey with his Vicious Circle of 'friends'. Williams' writing is raw, scathing, and vicious as he searches for his humanity. This is the story. This is the book that will leave you shaking, repulsed, laughing, scorched in your soul. you will be stimulated intellectually as well as sexually, when you read this book. I couldn't put it down until I finished. I wait in anticipation for the next book from this gifted writer, I know it won't be boring. -a reviewer submitted by - Push Nevahda
The age of imagination and expanded wisdom is upon us. Soon, we will be taken far beyond the age of religious factions and tribal traditions to the next vision. In this story, seven ordinary people are challenged to find the wise ones, sages and saints of all religions who will meet to establish the next spiritual template; a paradigm shift so essential that it will propel humankind for the next two thousand years to heights not yet imagined. This is the story of those people and their quest for Ecumensus. submitted by - Clifford Lane Mark
The true story about how a nomadic NHL fanatic, AMHL journeyman, and “Canadian spy” rediscovers his love for hockey while providing commentary during a sound-tracked season in the life of the common man's (and woman's) dream league. submitted by - Jim Dwyer
Prologue Eric Carrington had been blessed. Since the day he was born, everyone was delighted to see the young lad. A new born heir to the marquisate. And all knew that he was going to be an excellent marquis when he grows up. The only problem was, well, it's not much of a problem but: his father was not holding the title as marquis, but his uncle. When Eric was born in the spring of 1790, Christopher, his uncle, died a few days for having an awful sickness of influenza. It was rather, not a normal one as to say. Instead, it was deadly. Sure, Eric didn’t even know the man—of course, because he had just been born—but somehow he felt close to him. His father, John, the brother of Christopher, was not the most favorite of their father. John told his son about his story when Eric was just at the young age of ten. “Tell me about you when you were just a boy, Papa.” Little Eric said walking to reach his father’s side. He gave his son a forced smile. As if he didn’t even want to talk about his childhood. “It is not good for a little fellow’s gentle ears such as yours to hear about this old man’s childhood years.” He put his hand to his chest. Eric pouted. “But I’m not little anymore.” He smiled wryly. “Amelia is the one who’s little, not I.” John shook the boy’s hair, making it all messy. “She’ll grow up into a fine young lady.” Not. Eric said to himself. She was pretty and all, but she’s wickedly evil than him. She’d put a frog on one’s chair, stick out her tongue to everyone she didn’t like, cheat on games, and she loves to bait, mock, tease, and vex. Just as Eric love to do it to her as well. He’s rather, a better one than her. But even if his eight-year-old little sister was as evil as the wicked witch of which their mother and father tells as a bedtime story they made up. The Wicked Witch and the Little Hero. She can be a nice person at times. She cares when something is wrong. And he loved her. “Please, Papa,” he pouted once more and making those emerald eyes seem to be sad with his expertise in dramatizing when he wants something. His father chuckled. “Very well,” he patted a seat next to him. “Come and sit with me.” But instead, Eric sat on his lap. He loved it when he sits on his Papa’s lap. It made John let out a little “Oof!” but he smiled. “Well,” he sighed, raised his brows. “When I was about your age,” he shifted, feeling his son’s sharp bottom. “Your Grandfather never liked me.” “Why?” he raised a brow. “You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met! Not to mention Mama as well, but Amelia, she’s rarely nice.” John laughed by his son's comment. “You shouldn’t talk about your sister that way.” “But she really becomes nice rarely.” He said crossing his arms. His father shook his head. “I’m sorry.” “It’s all right. Just don’t do it again.” “But you laughed!” he said with a smile. “It is kind of funny. But it is not right to talk about her that way. Now,” he cleared his throat. “Where were we?” Eric shrugged. “I think we were at the time when you were just my age, and Grandfather didn’t like you.” “Never liked me.” he corrected.“His favorite was your dear Uncle Christopher…” His words trailed off, and then he looked at Eric who was listening tentatively. Since he knew he was listening, he should continue. “Your uncle was the youngest. Every relative of the Carringtons liked us both equally, especially my mother, your Grandmother. But not your Grandfather. Even though I am nice to him and respected him dearly, he never liked me. I’m not even an adopted child. It was different for your uncle, though. Father always took him on walks, and when you’re Grandmother asks to bring me along, he agreed all forced. I didn’t know why he hated me. I don’t see why he should, as a matter of fact. I never disrespected him.” He stopped for a while. But Eric just sat there on his lap, looking at him. His son, he thought, was very serious in listening about his childhood. It was like it’s not a boy he was talking to, but a man. And he will be a great man someday, when he grows up. He didn’t tell him that he would become a marquis. But now, maybe it was time. Eric has the right to know, after all, he's going to be the seventh Marquis of Treviscott. Christopher and his wife, Paulette, were having a hard time producing children. And the doctor said that she would never have one. Yes, they were dreadfully sad. But they were strong. They said that Christopher and her could just adopt, but Paulette disagreed. She didn’t mind having an adopted child, but everything’s different when you have a child of your own that truly came from your womb. He cleared his throat. “As I was saying,” he continued, after remembering the past. “When I was twenty-one, and your uncle was eighteen, our father died. But before he passed away, your uncle and I were sitting beside him both at each side of his deathbed, and he wanted to give his title away to your uncle. I am the eldest, and yet, he gave it to the youngest. I am the heir to his title as marquis,” he looked at Eric, clearly he didn’t know what a marquis was, but he just continued. “But instead, he gave it to the heir’s brother. He gave it to your uncle, not to me.” He frowned. Eric didn’t like it when he frowns. “Oh, Papa, don’t worry. At least there are plenty of people here who love you. Even uncle did, right?” John nodded. “Yes. He loved me. And I love my brother dearly.” “I wish I met him.” “I wish you did. But it was too late. He died of having influenza.” Eric just shook his head with disappointment in having not meeting his uncle and died so young. “Now, you’re the heir to his title.” He finally told him about that. “Since he has no son, and he liked you even if you didn’t know him, just when you were a baby, he said that when he dies, he’ll give his title to you. When you reach eighteen, you’ll become the Marquis of Treviscott.” The handsome little fellow nodded and his eyes glittering with delight. Surely, he doesn’t know how hard it would be to become a marquis, an aristocrat. John never became one, but he watched his father and his brother do how it should be done being a responsible man with such a title. And he knew, that it wouldn’t be hard for Eric to become a man he dreamed him to be. His son was a very intelligent boy. And when he goes to Cambridge, he surely would not keep his thought and attention to women, rather than his title and his schoolwork. “I am so proud of you, my boy.” John said lifting his son up. Nine years have passed, and Eric was now the Marquis of Treviscott. John’s dream of him becoming responsible and devoted to his title was in fact, wrong. He was a rascal, always going to one of his clubs, and always bringing women in one of his apartments. John knew it because Eric’s secretary had been telling all about it. He shook his head in disappointment. It’s already been even worse when this year, his name was on the UK Times. His been known as Lord Treviscott, a notorious, charmer—rather a rake, a rogue, whatever you call it, for John had never been one of the men such as his son. Maybe the young lad had been a bit stressed. His been caught up with his title, and his duties in schoolwork. He’s practically a sophomore in college now, at Cambridge. John studied there. Some of his schoolmates and classmates chased girls from the school, Miss Karavats’s. Instead of chasing girls, he was devoted to school. Amelia, who was now seventeen, took a different change in her life. She was now nicer than she was when she was little. It was like she and Eric switched lives. Eric was wild, while she was elegant and modest. Instead of chasing men, which was inappropriate and ill-mannered, she was being chase by her beaux’s. Amelia may be kind and gentle now, but when her brother teases her, bait her, or even vex her; she would go back to her old self. Not including her wicked ways like those childish revenge kind of way. She would outsmart him. Like when Eric vexed her, they were both standing on a lake and she purposely dropped her fan on the water, and she asked for her brother’s help, she scared him with great shock, and he fell on the blasted lake. He missed both of them. Amelia at Miss Karavats’s, who was being all ladylike. And Eric at Cambridge, being all wild and fun. And now here he was, at his study. Morris, they’re butler gave him the latest news on the UK Times. Ah, here we go again. Another news from Vane talking about Eric. More likely, gossiping about Eric. He doesn’t know if this person was a man or a woman. It had to be a man. Of course, he was a man. How could he spy on Eric, and go to an all boys school, if he wasn’t a man? Never the mind. LORD TREVISCOTT: ALL WILD IN HIS OWN WICKED WAYS? By Vane, Gossip Columnist of the UK Times It seems that Eric Carrington as to say, Lord Treviscott, was seen with several women this year. Just last week, he was with a young, fresh-faced lady by the name of Miss Kate Wether. She just came out on her first London season last April. They were quite having a fun time at Wicker field Park, feeding each other some fruits and our notorious rake was somehow kissing her? Shocking is it not? No. It is not shocking for we are used to this. Well, some are used to it. Including This Reporter. And now, just last night, he was seen with another young lady, whose name was Miss Rebecca Bosworth. There were many others, of which This Reporter lost track of. My goodness, how many women can he get? Plenty my Dear Readers. Plenty. He was disappointed. Very disappointed. How could his son be managing different women in a year? It was embarrassing, of course. But it has been done. All thanks to his son. But he didn’t actually blame him for being a so-called rake. He’s been brainwashed by his fellow rake friends. He should’ve taken him to Oxford. No. It was just the same. You can never keep your son away from friends who were rogues and rakes. This was common to all. He shall be forced to be strict with his son when it comes being committed to school to his title. He’s been too nice to Eric. Someday, his son will realize that an aristocrat such as him should be very responsible and serious with work. But he’s been spending too much time at clubs and women and staying in one of his apartments. It was like he was avoiding him. Was he bored with his work and school? This should be rather a bad thing. Someday. He sighed. He’s also been spending time with his best friend, and the Carringtons family friends, the Leightons. Eric was out and about being hunted by women with Walter Leighton. A marquis as well. Sooner or later, they really have to understand on how to be a real man with real responsibilities. Sooner or later. Three days have passed, and Eric arrived in Treviscott House. He didn’t stay in that place, where he should really be living now. He said it was for his father, his mother, and Amelia. She too has arrived there just hours before him. He just saw the news paper from the UK Times three days ago. Really, would he care? No. He’s sort of getting used to it now. When he was a freshman at university, he wasn’t at all very well known about women, but when the next year came… He turned into a master about them. He could read in several languages, and he knew how to flirt with women in French, Italian, and Latin. He knew how to read a poem or any book while he fenced with an expert. He could punch or be drunk but still recite a book on the works of Shakespeare. He could recognize any women’s voice he had met, and never forgets them. He could shoot a target with closed eyes, and he could do it while riding a horse as well. He knew the ways of what a gentleman should be, and he mastered all of it. It was very nice being the current man of the year in London. Or so, in all parts of England. It felt good. But one thing he didn’t like was… Was that he doesn’t like to be responsible with being committed to his title. It was practically hard studying and looking at estates, balancing the finances, this and that. But he was lucky he’s a marquis. He thanked his Uncle Christopher and his father. But it was damn boring. “Oh, good, Eric! You’re here.” His Mother, Hannah, said as she rose from the chair where she was drinking tea with Amelia who smiled at him. Eric smiled to his mother, and looked at his sister. “Glad to see you again, Milly.” He knew she hated being called by her nickname. But whatever, it was his sister anyway. “How’ve you been, dear, Milly?” She scowled. And then she said, “Don’t you ever call me, Milly.” “I missed you too.” He said flashing a rakish smile. That clearly his sister would not be head-over heels for. Ew. “Now, now, children.” Their mother always says that whenever they act childish. “It isn’t time for doing one of the things both of you usually does. Amelia,” she turned to her daughter, “you ought to be nice to your brother.” “Gladly.” Amelia muttered with a roll of her eyes. “And you,” she then turned to Eric, who was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, “do the same for your sister. Now,” she cleared her throat, which she does whenever she’s preparing for something uneasy to say. “You’re name is in every issue on the UK Times on the gossip column. What do you have to say for yourself?” Eric nearly choked on what she said. But nonetheless… “Eric?” “Oh. Yes. I apologize for my behavior, Mother. It won’t happen again, I can assure you.” He was sure that Amelia muttered something, but couldn’t point it out. It sounded like, “Oh, sure you’ll believe him.” Whatever it was, it was merely a tease coming from her. He looked at Amelia who now looked away, sipping her tea. Blast it. “I know you’re just saying that.” His mother said with a voice all concerned. “But I want you to make sure your reputation is still as it was before.” “I know what you’re saying, Mother. But my reputation is different now. It has changed.” She sighed. “Do whatever you wish to do. I’m just very concerned. You know how London’s ton is. Everyone is practically talking about you.” She held his hand. “I love you, and I don’t want you to be talked by people in a way that I couldn’t handle. It breaks my heart, you know.” “Mother, I know it does. But I’ve already done what I shouldn’t have done. Tell me I’m a fool, but it’s already been done a—” “I think you’re a fool!” Amelia teased. Hannah and Eric glared at her and she quickly pursed her lips to silent and continued drinking her tea. submitted by - Eliza Cruz
Well, here`s where I post each chapter of my novel :) submitted by - Eliza Cruz
The book accommodates eight stories and is named after one. In the title story Monga Caravan, Maskwaith tells us the sad story of a female street florist, Julekha. We are amazed to see the gritty realism of the author's description while he shows how Julekha is seduced by the traffic policeman who does not remove her illegal shop from the footpath and keeps the signal red longer than usual to allow her children to window-sell flowers. As the author puts it: “Julekha is raped by him almost every night only to make sure that every morning she is allowed to spread her tiny shop along the tiny footpath”. Quite strangely, the setting of the story is between “the sprawling parliament building … and (the) spacious apartment blocks constructed … for lawmakers”. Most ironically, in between the law-making house and the lawmakers' apartments, people are falling prey to sheer injustice. The Myth of Nine Eleven is a grim little tale of communal rift and religious disharmony. Tale of a Little Casanova is a touching story of an infant prodigy, Midrah, who has developed a tremendous hatred for routine life in the capital, which is to him 'a city of melancholy'. Olive Valley is a sarcastic look at what nowadays is called talk show. There are other stories — I wanted to be like him, The Daily BlackBerry, Madam Bovary and the secret Kite and Timeless Skies. These are too fictionalised accounts of the author's first hand experiences. They are also a pleasant read. While reading we feel like being one with both the author and the characters. The author has successfully contained in a foreign language the themes we are familiar with and thereby situated our life story in the global literary arena. His direct approach and racy style arrest the attention of the present generation of readers. submitted by - Maskwaith Ahsan
In 1974, acting legend Marlon Brando is fresh off a career comeback, but his personal life and his psyche are falling apart. Only best friend Wally Cox, dead for over a year, can help Brando face his demons -- and save his children. submitted by - Fletcher Rhoden
E.J. Wensing is the founder of Ecosphere Net (www.ecosphere.net). Based out of St. John in the US Virgin Islands, we are a global network providing powerful cross-cultural education for personal and global sustainability. This book introduces a new approach to global sustainability, one that links conversation, action and research in a continuous cycle of exploration and discovery. The first part of this approach is called I Am Sustainability. It is a curriculum for personal and global sustainability that we continually create and recreate together across all cultures of the world. This book starts the I Am Sustainability conversation, action and research with an opening argument that describes how all of the human impediments to global sustainability begin in a single human problem, that is, the psychology of the currently disproportionate human need to belong to competitive social groups. While competition can bring out the best in us, it also brings out the worst in us. For instance, it results in our overconsumption and exploitative behaviors toward the environment and other humans. Who we are, our "self", is almost entirely defined, maintained and lost in the competitive social groups we chose to belong to. As described in this book, the best way to sustain the self is to ground our individuality in the body. An individual in a healthy balance between their "self" in their body and their group is also less likely to be exploitative of others and the environment. So you get your self and save the planet too! At Ecosphere Net we are teachers, graduate students, therapists, scholars, physicians, professors and people who just want to make a positive difference regarding sustainability; both human and environmental. I invite you to read this book, visit us at www.ecosphere.net and join us in the I Am Sustainability conversation, action and research to save the planet. submitted by - Peter Jones
National borders are abstract lines that take root as physical barricades and divides. Cultural differences create people whose differences from others stem entirely from their minds. Lovers, societies and families are bound together with bonds as fragile and ephemeral as the mooring lines of great ships. And inside each person is a map or similar boundaries, frontiers, and alliances. This book turns the visible differences at the border of two nations into a mirror, a metaphor for the human condition. submitted by - Peter Jones
A concise ebook that provides all of the information that you will need to win grants for your organization. Includes links to sample applications and additional resources. submitted by - Lisa Merritt
Dr. Fengbo Zhang has been helping the Chinese top leaders in policy-making since 1980s. This book truly recorded his legendary life, is a value reference for understanding Chinese Economic development and policy-making. The author was a Senior Research Fellow, the Founder and Head of the Chinese Macroeconomic Research Group at the STATE COUNCIL Research Center in China in 1980s. He has introduced western economics to China and helped Deng Xiaoping leadership in policy-making. He headed major national economic research projects. He also taught at leading universities and was a visiting scholar at Harvard University and National Bureau of Economic Research USA. He represented top Japanese companies for the rapid investment boom in the USA in 1990s. In the world largest Bank, he defeated World Financial Storm, also experienced 9/11 tragedy. Now, he continued success during the USA mortgage crisis at Citigroup. He has published more than 10 books and is regularly invited to speak to Chinese government and business leaders. submitted by - Fengbo Zhang