An account of an unusual hostage situation Continue Reading Mantis
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Insideout.com is an important bridge between the inmate’s day-to-day life and the outside world. Research has shown huge implications for the rehabilitative benefits of communication for prisoners. Emotional and even ...
Are there limits to unrequited love? Continue Reading Love in the Singular
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A story that feels doubly poignant in the Me Too era…. Continue Reading The Black Shop
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She turns toward her reflection in the mirror. She knows now that she had been wrong, those months ago when she thought she had seen herself for the first time. ...
The inside of his car is a separate world. This is his own private universe. He is in control of how the world looks and sounds. He can be the ...
Knowledge is better than mere ritualistic practice Bhagavad Gita: Chapter 12, Verse 12 *** It was the sound of temple bells that woke him up. It was a rainy day, ...
The sadness of the dream hurts. Its roots are so deep inside me, and the sadness hurts all the more because in the dream I’m wanting you, but, in the ...
Stoney looks me in the eye and says it, and it’s nothing, except it’s Stoney. Stoney in his Docs, stomp-stomp laissez-faire sangfroid, Stoney and his curled cigarette smoke statements.
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Coyote struck the first match. You made a wish, cast the candles to the river and watched them flicker, fire on water—or so he had read online. Continue ...
I sat drumming my fingers on the steering wheel of the Mark II Golf a week beforehand, watching as she paced the tree-lined avenue outside the house, spun on her ...
I sat drumming my fingers on the steering wheel of the Mark II Golf a week beforehand, watching as she paced the tree-lined avenue outside the house, spun on her ...
I was travelling north to attend the wedding of my eldest daughter. I had rushed to catch the train but fortunately it was not crowded and I easily found a ...
Inspired by his candidness, I decided to try my hand at something like the truth. When he asked what brought me to Lagos, my standard answer came first: “Work.” In ...
His voice choked up as he finished. My eyes were all tears. I could see Dad in Lal Kurti, soaking up the earth he had never been able to dust ...
Dreams, oh yes dreams. I crouch in the tunnel, eyes closing on the sickly branches reaching across the tracks, blocking it all from my mind with the land of the ...
It might never have happened if Catherine hadn’t just turned sixty, his elbow the arrow of death pinching her. Or was it the suspension of flight, the two of them ...