Revolutionary: The Boston Massacre

"Captain, are you mad? These people are unarmed!" George pleaded out. The snow and stones did hurt, but they were nothing compared to a gunshot. "Don't speak out of line, Collins! These blasted fools need to learn their place!" George looked down, holding back his tongue. "George, you've already broken enough rules, you refuse an order now and it'll be your head!" James whispered. He was right; George could not refuse.

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My Basement, The Dungeon

The basement is usually thought of as a dark, dingy place that no one wants to be in. I, on the other hand, love my basement. It looks like a dungeon when you first walk down the creaky old steps, but what I see is personal wonderland.