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With the kiss of death, I thought they would make things right, but was I deceived.As soon as I stepped out of the car without my gun, the joker, who was the victim I intended to kill, l seemingly beamed down out of nowhere like in Star Trek.Standing directly in front of me, about ten yards away, he pointed his automatic at my chest. This deadly set-up went into slow motion as the barrel of his gun became larger than life. My entire life flashed through my mind as the prayers of the church mothers in Macedonia came to me. At that moment, in the face of death, I heard Ma Jennie's voice saying clearly, "Lord, don't let that devil kill my boy."The next voice I heard was the fool with the gun saying, "I am going to kill both of you." My last plea was, "Lord, please don't let this negro pull the trigger. I don't want to die like this."I was so focused on the fool with the gun that I didn't see his reinforcement posted thirty yards away with an AK-47 assault rifle pointed down at Marvin and me ...
In the darkest days of his life, Fedele Loria put a quill pen on paper and told his story. As a prisoner during the First World War, he was forced to experience every human emotion in the extreme. Despair and hopelessness overwhelm his companions on Christmas Eve 1917. We see hope for the future when he says, "So many times have I dreamed of my beautiful liberty." He tells us in his diary about the mundane daily life in a concentration camp. He describes to us the poignant and touching last hours of his mortally wounded friend. The depth of his thoughts, his faith in God, his love of family, and his deeply felt compassion, are woven into the fabric of his writing. Presented in his original diary pages, hand scripted in Italian.
Beneath a heavy cocoon of blankets, Raine Andrews tossed restlessly, the ever-occurring nightmare drawing her deeper into its fog-shrouded grasp. There was a face, too, that kept fading in and out of the swirling fog. It belonged to her evil husband. She'd survived the worst night of her life and bested the monster. But the monster is on the loose. Will Raine be able to get away and find peace, or will he find her and continue the abuse?
In the darkest days of his life, Fedele Loria put a quill pen on paper and told his story. As a prisoner during the First World War, he was forced to experience every human emotion in the extreme. Despair and hopelessness overwhelm his companions on Christmas Eve 1917. We see hope for the future when he says, "So many times have I dreamed of my beautiful liberty." He tells us in his diary about the mundane daily life in a concentration camp. He describes to us the poignant and touching last hours of his mortally wounded friend. The depth of his thoughts, his faith in God, his love of family, and his deeply felt compassion, are woven into the fabric of his writing.
A pack of wild attack dogs are tracking down and killing joggers. After the fourth victim is slaughtered, the Police Chief of Southampton, Long Island, whose daughter was the first victim, is determined to avenge her death. He suspects there is a serial killer behind these tragic killings. But it is the Chief's son and girlfriend who discover a horrifying fact-someone from a Long Island high school is purposely tracking and hunting down students in their class. So ensues the largest manhunt in the northeast. Will the FBI and local police find the serial killer before his killing spree claims all his victims?
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