Bloody Bones And Pus Filled Craters For Teens Vol 1

Is THIS scary enough? I created the Bloody Bones--series with the intent to entertain. children, teens and young adults alike with age~appropriate material. UY1like Bloody BOl1es .. and Dirty Diapers v This is a book meant for TEENSa ~loody Bones and Puss-Filled Craters has no story vvritten around a cute family of bears ••. -The stories are chillingg short and illustrated. Specifically= a more serious undertone in the carefully selected pieces and poetry meant to entertain and open the eyes of the teen-ager to the horrors of everyday life, while welcoming them into the wonderful world of fictionai horror. As a teen, some of my fondest memories will always include those rare times in which we all gathered around my mother and listened to her tell ghost stories- And now itis MY turnl Each story written is based on my O~l experiences and fears, making each of them just a little more scary! Also featuring~ From beyond the grave! A special feature included that tells the story BEHIND each storyl And to answer the guestion~ Is THIS scary enough? -Read this book and find out! If NOT you will just have to wait for more Puss-filled cratersl OTHERWISE for the OLDER crowd keep an eye out for: Bloody Bones and Nightmares For YOUNG ADULTS! Well I hope I've frightened you beyond curfewl Tharlk you for i'lviting me into your home and Happy reading I

Dirty Diapers! For KIDS volume 1. Parents and care givers alike will LOVE reading this soon-to-be TIMELESS children's classic, featuring the Bearencinipez family of CELEBRITY bears - ...And their MILDLY spooky adventures, followed by horribly entertaining poetry, FUN character interviews ( You will swear these Fictional characters are REAL! ) One HILARIOUSLY evil backwards mirror message every parent will approve! And SIX color free activity pages to PHOTOCOPY and SHARE!!! A LIFETIME of activities for EVERY kid you wind up with-- In your LIFETIME! This one of a kind book available only in paperback is the FIRST of a soon to be COLLECTABLE series! Be the FIRST in your neighborhood to hold COLORING CONTESTS! Be the COOL parents you KNOW you are and GET YOUR KIDS THIS BOOK!!

From a world of daisies as big as moons and of mountainous green hillocks Michael Fane came by some unrealized method of transport to the thin red house, that as yet for his mind could not claim an individual existence amid the uniformity of a long line of fellows. His arrival coincided with a confusion of furniture, with the tramp of men backwards and forwards from a cavernous vehicle very dry and dusty. He found himself continually being lifted out of the way of washstands and skeleton chests of drawers. He was invited to sit down and keep quiet, and almost in the same breath to walk about and avoid hindrance. Finally, Nurse led him up many resonant stairs to the night-nursery which at present consisted of two square cots that with japanned iron bars stood gauntly in a wilderness of oilcloth surrounded by four walls patterned with a prolific vegetation. Michael was dumped down upon a grey pillow and invited to see how well his sister Stella was behaving. Nurse’s observation was true enough: Stella was rosily asleep in an undulation of blankets, and Michael, threatened by many whispers and bony finger-shakes, was not at all inclined to wake her up. Nurse retired in an aura of importance, and Michael set out to establish an intimacy with the various iron bars of his cage. For a grown-up person these would certainly have seemed much more alike than even the houses of Carlington Road, West Kensington: for Michael each bar possessed a personality. Minute scratches unnoticed by the heedless adult world lent variety of expression: slight irregularities infused certain groups with an air of deliberate consultation. From the four corners royal bars, crowned with brass, dominated their subjects. Passions, intrigues, rumours, ambitions, revenges were perceived by Michael to be seething below the rigid exterior of these iron bars: even military operations were sometimes discernible. This cot was guarded by a romantic population, with one or two of whose units Michael could willingly have dispensed: one bar in particular, set very much askew, seemed sly and malignant. Michael disliked being looked at by anybody or anything, and this bar had a persistent inquisitiveness which already worried him. ‘Why does he look at me?’ Michael would presently ask, and ‘Nobody wants to look at such an ugly little boy,’ Nurse would presently reply. So one more intolerable question would overshadow his peace of mind. Meanwhile, far below, the tramp of men continued, until suddenly an immense roar filled the room. Some of the bars shivered and clinked, and Michael’s heart nearly stopped. The roar died away only to be succeeded by another roar from the opposite direction. Stella woke up crying. Michael was too deeply frightened so to soothe himself, as he sat clutching the pointed ears of the grey pillow. Stella, feeling that the fretful tears of a sudden awakening were insufficient, set up a bellow of dismay. Michael was motionless, only aware of a gigantic heart that shook him horribly. At last the footsteps of Nurse could be heard, and over them, the quick ‘tut-tut-tuts’ that voiced her irritation.

Kurihara Sadako was born in Hiroshima in 1913, and she was there on August 6, 1945. Already a poet before she experienced the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, she used her poetic talents to describe the blast and its aftermath. In 1946, despite the censorship of the American Occupation, she published Kuroi tamago (Black Eggs), poems from before, during, and immediately after the war. This volume includes a translation of Kuroi tamago from the complete edition of 1983. But August 6, 1945, was not the end point of Kurihara’s journey. In the years after Kuroi tamago she has broadened her focus—to Japan as a victimizer rather than victim, to the threat of nuclear war, to antiwar movements around the world, and to inhumanity in its many guises. She treats events in Japan such as politics in Hiroshima, Tokyo’s long-term complicity in American policies, and the decision in 1992 to send Japanese troops on U.N. peacekeeping operations. But she also deals with the Vietnam War, Three Mile Island, Kwangju, Greenham Common, and Tiananmen Square. This volume includes a large selection of these later poems. Kurihara sets us all at ground zero, strips us down to our basic humanity, and shows us the world both as it is and as it could be. Her poems are by turns sorrowful and sarcastic, tender and tough. Several of them are famous in Japan today, but even there, few people appreciate the full force and range of her poetry. And few poets in any country—indeed, few artists of any kind—have displayed comparable dedication, consistency, and insight.

Karl Marx is a revolutionary. He is not alone. It is November 1849 and London is full of them: a bunch of fanatical dreamers trying to change the world. Persecuted by a tyrannical housekeeper and ignored by his sexually liberated wife, Marx immerses himself in his writing, believing that his book on capital is the surest way of ushering in the workers’ revolution and his family out of poverty. But when a mysterious figure begins to take an obsessive interest in his work Marx’s revolutionary journey takes an unexpected turn... Marx Returns combines historical fiction, psychological mystery, philosophy, differential calculus and extracts from Marx and Engels's collected works to reimagine the life and times of one of history's most exceptional minds, in this next fiction offering from Zero Books.