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(January 2014 Press Release from Gluejar, owners of the unglue.it platform.)

The first "Buy to Unglue" ebook went on sale this week as Unglue.it's new crowdfunding mechanism reached Beta. This is the first step in unglue.it's effort to become "the bookstore for books that want to be free".

The campaign page is at https://unglue.it/work/128685/

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For weeks now, a strange silence seems to saturate my auntie’s house, at least for me, a feeling of tranquillity behind which a sense of dreadful anticipation lurks. Yes, there is laughter, now and then floating up the stairs, especially when the young ones return from the classes that appear to be their only reason for being. I rarely join in the laughter. Even when I do, it is forced. As false as the illness I feign to avoid the family time Aunty Chidi said is an integral part of ...

It was Sundaynight and people were engaged in erotic-scenes by the hour on the giant LCDscreen that stood tall at a corner of the sitting-room. Girls stood carelesslyalong the streets, whorls of smoke from cigars formed a vain atmosphere, and anotorious sex-hawker was poised for action tonight as she hoped business willthrive even as the clouds gathered carefully. A disguised vigilante-crew wascombing the area in a danfo bus withlarge hopes of making some money from the criminals who were fai...

OF DEATH AND A WHOLE NEW LIFE

Elenwoke Raymond

 So you sit and wait, for what? You have no idea, just that you must wait. You sit at your desk, watching, seeing everything and everyone in a whole new light. Your colleagues move about, without the slightest inkling of what you are feeling right now. But what are you feeling?

Nothing.

Everything.

You smile at one colleague, nod at another. All around you is a buzz of acti...

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Short story by Jumoke Verissimo

My God: these were words that escaped Yellow Abraka’s lips as he opened his eyes and realised he was on a bed that was not his. He continued to lie on his side, facing the sliding window with drawn curtains folded up at the extremes.  The window had opened to the moon to peep into the room throughout the night. Now, the sun peered in, lighting the room, so that glistened window panes left transparent splinters about t...