The Fisherman

The Fisherman
by bestdianneever

It was about seven o'clock in the evening when Roger carried his net and paddle to his little boat. He can hear the chirping of crickets, the croaking of frogs, and the swishing of wind on his ears.
Fishing has been his job for all his...

The Lady

The Lady
by Mahoobee

Twisted and complex,

Were her veins....

A sea full of fears

A sea full of fears
by Mahoobee

I heard the sound.

Of waves crashing around....

The passenger seat

The passenger seat
by Mahoobee

On the passenger seat of life.

I sit and observe,...

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