Alongside the open conflict of World War II there were other, hidden wars - the wars of communication, in which success depended on a flow of concealed and closely guarded information.Smuggled written messages, secretly transmitted wireless signals, or months of eavesdropping on radio traffic meant operatives could discover in advance what the enemy intended to do. This information was passed on to those who commanded the armies, the fleets and the bomber formations, as well as to the othe...

A fascinating, evocative account of 19th-century London, so well-known from Charles Dickens' much-loved novels.Inside Dickens' London draws on descriptions of life in the capital from original letters, diaries and newspapers, as well as Dickens' own social commentary, to paint a vivid portrait of a city undergoing massive social changes. No author has ever described the city of London as well as Dickens. His eye for detail and his gift for characterization...

A heart jerking true story of how a young boy of one-year-old was abandoned by his Mother who thought that it was better to be out partying and taking drugs, His father is killed in a car crash and leaves guardianship to an old friend who was also his ex-girlfriend, until the child's birth mother comes back and a court case ensues for custody of the child.

Victim's of the IRA is a true story. It is the author's own recollection of events told from this point of view, it is pretty powerful and harrowing. It's about a family in West Belfast whose young sixteen-year-old son gets kidnapped by the IRA and forced to participate in a crime. Ultimately, he gets arrested and by the police while his family's life disintegrates within the fractured Northern Ireland community. The story starts in 2010. The narrator and his wife, Christine, live in West ...

It was no use. Just like a rag doll, the boy was tossed aside to bleed out on the ground. His eyes glazed over in death while his mother was savaged beside him. The spell broke, and at last, Rachael looked away. She leaned over and locked the passenger door, the click loud in her ears. With an iron grip on the wheel, she steered the truck around the family and drove away. The entire time, she whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," until the words were branded into her mind. That was...

He couldn't accept what he'd just heard the damn government had caused all this to happen. He gave Stevie a look of disbelief. Stevie nodded, his lips drawn tight in an angry frown. "The weapon manipulates magnetic fields and uses extremely low frequency energy waves that will penetrate the diameter of the Earth, so it is possible the impact of this malfunction will be worldwide. Initially, the animals and insects will be triggered to attack adults, average age of eighteen and up. But due ...

Sam felt fortunate that the police would notify the next of kin.Weekend night shift was a mixed bag. The police would always bring in a few college students who had tried to poison themselves with alcohol. She rarely saw the same students twice, a stomach pump seemed to make an impression on even the most inebriated young person. Then there were the traffic accidents. There were over twenty thousand students at the various centers of higher education in a metropolitan area that con...

Jack is a college student who is well on his way to be a computer programmer, until his world is turned upside down by things that are out of his control

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Carly Glass is a Horror book writer who travels back home to lay her Mother to rest, but finds that things have changed, and what she see's is like a scene from one of her books.

What if we could really get to know a group of women, their lives, their secrets, and their innermost selves? Would we be able to see if it's our thoughts, our dreams, or the flaws that define us? And are we really so different from everyone else? Don't we all just want to have a home where we can feel safe, someone that holds us and speaks of love and something that we can be proud of, that sets us all apart?Meet Sarah, who goes through life spreading happiness with her good cheer ...

Michael was obviously nervous about something. I assured him that I was his best friend and he could tell me anything. The nervousness seemed to melt away, he was still very tentative with his words."For god's sake, Michael, will you cut the shit and tell me what's going on? What's bugging you, big man?""Geordie, I'm gay. I'm a fag. I'm a queer. I'm light in the loafers. I'm a back door destroyer. I'm a homo. Is that clear enough for you?" He sat staring at me with a blank gaze. I s...