World war Stories

THE ALMSHOUSE Chapter 1I remember my last day at St. Margaret’s. It had been snowing, as it did every winter in Ashford, Pennsylvania. The roads disappeared under blankets of white, and businesses closed, slowed by the weather and the Great Depression. From my window, I watched people hurry home to their families, breathing on their hands to keep warm. Everyone had somewhere to go, everyone except the twelve of us strande...

The Lost Generation By Captain Midnight In the style of Gertrude Stein A prose-poem on what our generation faces as compared to the generation of the Jazz Age and beyond. You are part of a lost generation. By shuffling you round and round and round and round The powers that be have stripped you of much of your identity. By giving you standardized tests the powers that be devise Row upon row Of square pegs in round holes t...