Part 1 of 2. A mother was very concerned about her daughter's ability that once cost the live of her love ones.
Life could be fun sometimes: throwing in strange bedfellows together. The puddle they'll make will take an eternity to clean.
Draken Slayer is a dark fantasy fiction short story, part of the Shadows of Illyria: Tales from the Realm Series. Written by author JM VanZuiden, the Shadows of Illyria Series is a unique twist on fantasy fiction, incorporating his real-world combat
two incompatible couple decided to make it compatible
Thoughts on the passage of time, holidays and celebrations.
A precious story of two brothers facing the greatest tradegy of their lives.
A short poem about how alcohol can renew long forgotten scars.
On a lighter vein, maturity is . . . . . When you start eating Bhindi,
Teendy, karelay without nakhrey..
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Written underneathe open showers and bleeding skies. // It was fun writing this story.\\
Depression is a monster we have to fight at some point in our lives.
This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.
As we were flying the helicopter began to shake and then a huge like worm hole appeared and the helicopter was then sucked into the worm hole. We saw complete darkness for a few minutes. The darkness started to fade slowly and there was a bight light
The green light takes her through the long corridor of the hospital and she is surprised that she passed beside the nurses and even through the reception without anyone stopping her to ask questions or to go back to her room. She continues and follow
I wanted to shout out but no sound would emerge, I couldn’t move, speak and worse I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t release the huge energy build up of terror from my body, I was sure I was going to explode. I was suspended in in-animation between
The very bright light from the icosahedron object was blinding my eyes because it was so bright. I wasn’t sure what this thing was while I was laying there, but in my mind I was thinking it was a ghost, demon or the devil. I then was able to break
Why did the stars stay where they always stay?Have not they ever rebelled?Has the moon tried to seek another sky?Have the seas told what they're forbidden to tell?//I'm kicking the cloud of dirt away,That's summoned to hang above my head.The...
They were second graders. But Mr. Munch didn’t care. And so when Ray grinned - the slightest bent of lips ever seen - Mr. Munch told him to stand up.“Why?” said Mr. Much, his big eyes straight into the little eyes of the boy. “I’m...
The Clock keeps ticking and Time flies.What remains is Us. Our lives revolve around Time, being determinative of what were we and what has been made with it in due course. Hence Time...