Anticapitalism Stories

*Two lives. One name. One echo that changes everything.* In 180 AD, *Roman Murphy* is just a baker's son outside Rome. He avoids trouble, dodges the Empire, and wants to be left alone. Until strange visions start hitting him. Glass towers. Rain on stone. A man who looks like him, wearing dark clothes and carrying the weight of a company. In 2026, *Canadian Mr. Murphy* has everything on paper. He's 34, CEO of his own logistics firm, living alone in a Toronto condo. He has a company, parents who worry, and a younger sister who roasts him weekly. What he doesn't have is a reason to go home early. Until he saves a stranger from a car accident without thinking. Her name is *Maya*. A tailor. Hardworking, sharp, and done with rich men who think money solves everything. She grew up poor, built her own shop, and shares a cramped two-bedroom flat with her two best friends, *Tasha* and *Elise*. She thinks Murphy is just another proud CEO. She's wrong. When Murphy's reckless act of courage links him to Roman across 1800 years, both men start swapping instincts, skills, and fears. Roman suddenly knows how to measure fabric. Canadian Murphy suddenly knows how to stand between danger and the people he loves. A Roman man confused by "metal horses." A CEO confused by a needle. A tailor who won't be bought. A market woman who won't be ignored. Two families who force both Murphys to show up. Because the Echo won't stop until they learn the same lesson: *You can own a company. You can survive an empire. But you can't outsource courage, humility, or love.* _Mr. Murphy_ is a story about two ordinary men who discover that being a hero isn't about status. It's about choosing your people, again and again.

A publication discussing the failure to prevent the spread of nationalist chauvinism and other reactionaries from taking hold in the imperialist core Primarily looking at the United States, Russia, China and the United Kingdom

A story based on a piece I wrote for my Writer's Craft class in Grade 12. The piece has the same title as the story, and it serves as the prologue.

In a rotting 2023 America-where profit poisons and trust bleeds dry-Soren Kade, a neurodivergent loner, plants a seed. Fed up with the empire's grind, they spark the Covenant: a scrap of Oregon woods, a cabin, a hunch. Three families join, chasing a life beyond rent traps and corporate lies. They grow spinach, brew chicory, and ditch the empire's coffee and booze. Battling landlord's greed, publics trolling-"Cult or commune?"-as county clerks and developers circle. Small, raw, real-as the Covenant struggles to hold ground, those still bought into the empire are watching. Book 1 of a trilogy-Game B grit meets near-future rebellion.

A poem of power we all possess but are not always responsible with.

Working a dead end office job a nine to five. It's hard to get any sleep nowadays. I haven't slept in six months, I nod off in many strange places. If you can wake up somewhere else can you wake up as someone else?

The capitalist system must be overthrown because property is theft, labor produces all wealth, poverty is caused by the hoarding of wealth, it is inherently coercive and authoritarian, and brings out the worst in humanity. In its simplest terms, capitalism is when the means of production are primarily privately owned by wealthy business owners called capitalists. The term "means of production" simply means all that which is used to produce anything; e.g machines used for manufacturing, land, farming tools, technology, all forms of capital, etc. The primary alternative to capitalism is socialism, in which the workers collectively control the means of production. My intent with this essay is to clearly illustrate the flaws of capitalism and to prove that socialist revolution is urgently necessary.

the struggle of the ego while breaking down gender

poetry because I'm a will wood gay

Join this group of teenagers as they let out their frustrations with capitalism in a more... unorthodox way. Ever since their younger years, the group of delinquents who call themselves, "Faukes", have had each other's backs. As they grew, they began to notice the corruption within the congealment of a bunch of out-of-touch geriatric billionaires in a trench coat that calls itself capitalism. Soon, they decide enough is enough. Down with the economy. Vive la Révolution!

Je saigne sous le temps et le temps m'enceint ... L'argent vaut tous les maux du monde ONESHOT POÈME

Enver Hoxha: "Imperialism and Revolution"-gives all the answers to the questions of revolutionary struggle against today's capitalist-revisionist world.