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Fame And FeverA Book by Penelope PennenDally Bennett is a small-town southern girl whose days are spent within homeschool bible study, and belting her vocals in her local church choir. When.. |
Chapter One: Humble SundaysA Chapter by Penelope PennenDally's morning before church. |
PraiseA Poem by Randy JohnsonGod truly deserves people's praise. God deserves it for all of our days. The good things that God has done are too many to list. Without God, peopl.. |
Do "All Paths Lead To God"?A Story by MoominAre all religions in complete agreement? |
nightmare in greenfeildA Book by james macilroyIn the small suburban town of greenfield Michigan their lies a mental asylum on top of a hill overlooking the town, called blackmoor psychiatric hospi.. |
THE LAST MONK, 9A Chapter by Peter RogersonAt the police station and being interviewed by an Inspector who found understanding Betty very difficult. |
The Wise Pill, A Thomas C. Flynn FableA Story by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..A fable based upon a joke my Dad told over and over again for over 40 years. Then, I grew up, married, with kids, and only then did I begin to unders.. |
pretty pretty girlA Poem by fengirlhood |
Metaphysics of Ultimate RealityA Book by JessbettA systematic study of metaphysics for the modern era |
Truth Is A Dog's TailA Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..Philosophical thoughts on truth as we think we know it and endeavor to grasp and hold it ... |
A RenunciationA Poem by Dominik D. RitesA poem depicting the moment I decided to renounce my religious faith. |
GolgothaA Poem by Risa PerisThis is a poem about religion (Christianity) and the modern sociopolitical landscape. |
not long agoA Poem by fenchildhood and female rage |
Haiku #2: Their GodA Poem by nadia dmitriCrying kid leaves church When it came to his sorrow Their god did not care |
rottenA Poem by jaye riveryou like to push your limits with me,just to see how far i’d let you go. and nowyou are looking down at me from the balcony,i am splayed out on .. |
i'll wear blackA Poem by jaye riverwhen you bleed your wounds out and your skin goes cold,i still can’t help but lay you down and kiss your eyelids closed.i’ll wear black, i.. |