A story about a drug cartel boss named Stanley Wu which used to be a "49ers" (ordinary member/ low rank) in Triad and life after he became "Dragon Head" (leader) of the organisation. What he did to achieve his current rank was dark......
Its a story about Kiarah and Aarav An ordinary story like 90% of the people but love is deep down! Not found in 7 billion people! But they have that love within them, with so much of ease!!
Sometimes mothers can be naggy and demanding, but in the end, all they want is for you to be happy.
Day 29
It’s raining just like yesterday. I like the weather because it is cool. But the rain spoils it. If I were in California I would completely enjoy the weather. But hell, I am here doing nothing. I’d like to do some real...
Day 31
This morning the wife arrived home from Bataan. I fetched her in front of the Jesus Is Lord Church of Eddie Villanueva (who cares about this presidential loser now) near the Cabanatuan Central Terminal. She had bought some...
How can one compare time with money???
This thing will just pass down the lineage, if they all have to be remembered...perhaps by the fig tree planted by her forefathers, silently peeping through the window as they drink and go, one by one.
Narrator Sameron Surf is the younger son of Jacob Surf, a billionaire businessman who dies in an accident. Although Sam has 3 billion dollars worth of property and stock which is worthless, he owes an equal amount. Jonathan Drake, one of Jacob...
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Darn, so this is how it feels like to be typing on a chunky old-fashioned typewriter. Do you always type out all your poems like that?
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A monologue of a person who took Frost's poetry as a mantra.
This is the story about a strange building that young lovers stumbled upon, as they search for a secret place to make out. Things later change the way they didn't expect.
A heart renting story of woman with whom Destiny played hide and seek
Every beginnings will have an ending. Memories on the other hand, has no end
A short story on the lack of qualities we add through our lives and end up with the corroded furniture!
This is a fiction story, about a horror experience, which I really did not feel in my life. This story tells about an unhappy spirit, who returned regularly to the place where he died.
When I was a kid , I used to always peep into my grandpa's study room to know about his work but he never let me y he felt ill inside , his room was a old dusty one with a old typewriter and old chair , I always want to know what he does in his...
He was a fallen reporter, who longs for peace than anything else in the world. But it was never granted as his world crumbled away. He had nothing left but the satisfaction of a writer before jumping into the dark and lonely abyss where sinners lie.
She never did left her job.... She love her job but she hated her boss....
After reading this, you might treat time differently. P.S: sorry for not posting for month , kinda busy for the past couple months ... There still two story in my draft, I wrote it at different time for each paragraph, it may be weird ...
He fell on the ground, face down, completely drenched in sweat, heart pounding. He held his chest, worried his heart might just tear out of his ribcage.
Only at the brink of Hopelessness does Hope arrive. Never Give up!
The narrator is explaining to someone in the future how families had to go to a photographer to take family portraits.