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The Wonderful Story of Washington

The Wonderful Story of Washington

Excerpt: We cannot think with a true vision, in estimating the meaning of colonial and revolutionary days, if we allow the glamor of fame and the idolatry of colonial patriotism to obscure our view of those times. There were heroes immortal with what we know as “the spirit of ’76,” but, grading from them were the good, bad and indifferent, that often seemed overwhelming in numbers. George Washington is known chiefly through the rather stilted style of writing that then prevailed, and the puritanic expressions that were used in describing commendable conduct. Even Washington’s writings were edited so as not to offend sensitive ears, and so as not to give an impression to the reader different from the idealized orthodox character of that severe pioneer civilization. The people were free in everything but social expression. That was sternly required to conform to a rigid puritanic or cavalier standard. Washington, more than any other great man, seems to have composed his early life from what some well-meaning reformers have termed “copy-book morality;” that is, proverbial morality or personal rules of conduct. Washington in his boyhood wrote out many moral sentences as reminders for his own guidance. He was a persistent searcher after the right way toward the right life. Washington’s mother is described as being stern in business and moral discipline, even as having a violent temper and being capable of very severe measures to accomplish needed results. It seems that Washington, seeing this method in both father and mother, reinforced, as it were, by the military bearing of his much-admired elder half-brother, took that form of life as his earliest ideal. He was as tireless in perfecting models of business and life as Lincoln was in mastering the unconventional meaning of human beings. Washington at the ages of eleven and twelve delighted to copy various book-keeping forms and mercantile documents. His school books at that age are still preserved and they are models of accuracy and neatness. Besides that, he loved to discipline himself. He was always subjecting himself, either mentally or physically, to some kind of orderly training.
His Lies, My Unbreakable Heart

His Lies, My Unbreakable Heart

My future was a single, glowing line on a computer screen, a nearly perfect SAT score promising MIT and a clear path to my AI dreams. The world felt bright, simple, and entirely within my grasp. Then the doorbell rang. It was Jake, my childhood best friend, looking disheveled and heartbroken, muttering that he had "bombed" his scores and was "not getting in anywhere that matters." He begged me, citing our childhood promises, to abandon my Ivy League ambitions and go to the state university with him. But as he laid on the act, my laptop pinged. A tagged photo on Emily Chen's Instagram showed Jake triumphantly celebrating his 1450 SAT score, directly contradicting his tearful performance. He was accepted to CIT, a top tech school, and had obviously lied to manipulate me. The performance was flawless, the lies seamless. My voice was quiet, dead. "You got a 1450." His face froze, the grief replaced by panic, then anger. He tried to grab my laptop, shouting that I was ruining everything. Just then, an email from our school confirmed his score. My friendship with Jake, twelve years in the making, was dead. Suddenly, a new email popped up. This one from Emily. Attached were encrypted files: chat logs, emails, audio recordings. Their plan wasn't just to steal my AI. They were planning a hostile takeover of Alex Turner's company, Eos Dynamics, using my work as the weapon, framining him for corporate espionage. The sheer audacity of their continued deceit, even after all I knew, left me seething. They wanted to play games? I'd play.
Debt of Desire

Debt of Desire

Amara believed marriage would finally give her the peace she had spent her whole life praying for. But after years beside Ayo-her charming, unpredictable husband-peace becomes the one thing she can never hold. Their home is filled with longing for a child Amara cannot conceive, and every month of disappointment pulls her further into despair. Then the unexpected happens: Tina, a girl Ayo once denied ever caring about, returns pregnant... with the child Amara had spent years begging God for. The betrayal cuts deep-but the wound it opens is older, darker, and rooted in secrets Amara never knew she inherited. Strange visions begin to haunt her. A mysterious man appears with warnings she does not understand. Shadows gather around her marriage. Doors she did not open start to creak. And everywhere she turns, she feels watched-not by a person, but by something ancient, patient, and owed. Amara soon learns that her battle is not just with a husband's infidelity or a rival's pregnancy... it is with a spiritual debt tied to her bloodline. A debt demanding payment. As her marriage crumbles and the supernatural closes in, Amara must confront the truth about herself, her past, and the unseen forces shaping her destiny. Because in a world where wombs can be exchanged and fates can be manipulated, love alone is not enough to survive. And the child she has always prayed for... may carry the key to either her redemption or her ruin.
Their Downfall, My Design

Their Downfall, My Design

I was heading into senior year, my ROTC scholarship practically a guarantee, my future stretching out bright and limitless. Then, my childhood friend and first love, Mike, fueled by jealousy and his new girlfriend Jessica' s petty spite, drugged my drink. It was right before my crucial ROTC physical, and I failed, watching my dreams and entire future evaporate. My life spiraled into dead-end jobs, a miserable existence far from what I' d planned. Years later, at a party, Jessica, still simmering with a twisted hatred, set her friends on me. I remembered the rough hands, the tearing, the cold, hard floor against my cheek as their cruel laughter filled the air. They stripped away everything, then they killed me. The searing pain, the utter betrayal, the image of their faces twisting with delight as I lay dying - it was an agonizing, incomprehensible end. Why? How could they commit such an unspeakable act, then simply walk away? But then, I woke up, gasping, in my own bed, three years in the past, my body miraculously whole and untouched. Reborn. A terrifying realization struck me with the force of a physical blow: what if they were back too? At the first school assembly, Mike' s arrogant smirk and Jessica' s cold, knowing eyes confirmed my worst fears. They remembered. But this time, I wouldn't just survive; I would ensure they paid for every last bit of what they did. The game was on, and this time, I was ready to win.
My Mother's Masterpiece

My Mother's Masterpiece

Sarah counted down the hours to college, her scholarship a golden ticket out of her small Texas town and the suffocating grip of her mother, Brenda. Tomorrow meant freedom, a normal life beyond shapeless dresses and severe buns insisted upon by Brenda, whose piety was a performance for her church group, the "Sisters of Serenity." A private act of rebellion-a choppy haircut, a hidden pair of jeans-was meant to be Sarah's quiet transformation. But Brenda, discovering the defiant snips and forbidden clothing, erupted in a terrifying rage, shredding Sarah's new life before it could even begin, threatening to revoke her scholarship. The college drop-off became a public crucifixion: Brenda' s saccharine pronouncements about Sarah's "delicate nature" branded her an oddity, instantly isolating her from bewildered peers. Brenda's control extended hundreds of miles: she seized Sarah's hard-earned money, tailed her every move during orientation, and poisoned every burgeoning friendship with her omnipresent, humiliating presence. Sarah' s meticulously planned escape had become a new, larger cage, leaving her utterly despairing, smothered by a mother who saw her not as a daughter to love, but a possession to dominate. How could her own mother, the one who preached grace, systematically dismantle every shred of her identity, trapping her with financial dependency and public scorn? When Brenda, in a desperate attempt to redeem her public image, planned to expose Sarah's "rebellion" on the notorious reality TV show "Family Reset." Sarah saw her chance: she wouldn't merely play Brenda's victim; she would turn the cameras on her mother, prepared to expose years of emotional abuse and dismantle Brenda' s carefully constructed façade, live on national television.