Call me the jester, call me a freak. But I run this freak show.
"I am waiting for my mama and papa to fetch me here. They said they will be back", the little boy said.
That was the year of 1999. I had been visited Mumbai, accompanied by my parents. There we booked a hotel room, which was totally sea side. But we couldn't think even in dream that our tour would be turned into a nightmare, very soon. We noticed...
this is the part two of my short story "creep" the first story is about his weird selfish love the second is about his jealousy towards her boyfriend leading into crime
What happens when Freed shares a day with Laxus. CAUTION: Yaoi will be contained in this article.... But just cute stuff
This is a travelogue, a journey to my best friend's wedding...
On my from duty status, now I want to have time on my own
I love you...please look at me! Can't you see you're driving me crazy?
this is a diary of Quinton a boy living in Francistown, Botswana-it shall be continued this is insert 1
August 15 may Be the last day that you Breathe....
This story is dedicate to the people out there who are going through so much. Please read and stay positive :)
Man is surprised to see his former classmate being beaten up.
Day 37
Today’s Friday and it’s as boring as yesterday. That pastor who produces mushroom fruiting bags is a damn liar like a damn politician. Justin told me that he has already sold all the damn bags. He has kept us waiting for...
those who don't have it, want it and those who have it, wants more of it
Day 34
Justin got home from school and he had with him their school organ, where he is a staff writer. He is a freshman college student. He showed me his 3 published poems. I was expecting no errors because I had edited them. But I...
This is a literary story displaying the innocent perception of a child regarding sexuality and nature.
This is part three of my story the Travails of the Hunter. A day in the life of the hunter in the wild.
Slamming the door shut behind me, I grimaced when I saw the cheap Halloween trinkets my mother took the liberty to hung over the dying Oleander tree behind our house. The result was terrifyingly realistic, it won't be a surprised if scary looking...
How important our useless things could be when we lost them. This is the concluding part of the little Obedient Wall Clock.