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Essay by Jonah Howell | The Man’s World and Raw Egg Journal audience is largely educated, whether by themselves or an institution, and will thus..
read moreEssay by Jonah Howell | The Man’s World and Raw Egg Journal audience is largely educated, whether by themselves or an institution, and will thus..
read moreFiction by PCM Christ | The morning of the service sweltered. Georgia hot wraps you in a blanket. Whether that’s a comfort or some of..
read moreFiction by Charls Carroll | I was sliding in and out of her on the first class long ticket the deepness of it the steepness..
read moreTranslation by Jean Raspail | Seven riders left the city at dusk, toward the setting sun. They left through the west gate, which was no..
read moreEssay by Med Gold | Yesterday I was pretending to listen to a girl speak and I couldn’t stop noticing the curvature of her upper..
read moreEssay by Gonzo | Anyone reading this knows that a leftist spouting off about fascism can always be safely ignored. The same has become..
read moreFiction by Gladiator | “Feel God’s love! Die of thirst as repenting atonement and be saved! Accept His punishments as your absolution! His judgment..
read moreEssay by Raw Egg Nationalist | Strike while the iron is hot. I have no idea where this proverb first originated, but its wisdom is clear..
read moreEssay by Conan Esq. | In the century since Robert E. Howard’s first published Conan story, the Cimmerian has claimed a thread in the tapestry..
read moreA hand emerged from among the tangled mass of quilt and reached towards the bedside table. At last it found what it was searching for – her IPhone, which was blindly drilling its way across the wooden surface towards the edge. Silence. She lay under the covers for a few minutes longer, resisting the urge to return to sleep. Normally, she never set an alarm unless she had specific content to create or somewhere she had to be. Today was a day she had somewhere to be.
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