The protagonist's stupendous journey in finding the realty of existence, conscious and super conscious. The miracles we are made of and the miracles that nature is capable of. Don't miss the special journey into the unknown truths!
Axel gets patched up by the vixen in question and now has to try and attempt a perfectly normal conversation despite the fact that he basically has most of his mind exposed to the animal in question. And, an extra visitor only adds to the fun. Hope y
Well, meeting a new form of creature is interesting, but what about meeting two? Especially when the second species is trying to split you in half with an ax! Tune in on this chapter to see just what happens when Axel finally reaches where the vixen
This is a novel revolving around a 10 year old girl who is an inhabitant of Europa, a moon belonging to planet Jupiter, and who tosses destiny and wins fate in a flip. Join my brilliant,witty,nerdy yet brave protagonist Quenna in her adventures.
The smell of cooking was thick in the air; native soup with ‘okogolo’ and ‘opakipaki’ mixed with the firewood smoke.
I could see the men, young energetic men with their bare bodies....This is the concluding part of the excerpt of my book En
"WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE" The Green Family decides to take time off to go into memory lane to their ancestral home. The story is of love, sadness and joy and, and full of unexpected dangerous twist, Pt.1 an extract of my book 'Enyumu-ama'
After awhile of walking, I glanced over at and caught her staring at Nerezza. I shot her an sickening glare but she just turned her head away from me, tossing her long braid to the side.
Kyros and Nerezza were leading the way to wherever...
He opened his eyes. It was sunny, yet freezing. He was in a small village with huge snow-clad mountains in the background. The strange part wasn’t the fact that he had somehow landed up in the middle of a bustling village with a very weird...
The last thing I remember before fading into unconsciousness, was the warm hand of my handler stroking me and his gruff voice tenderly coaxing me to breathe. I had always associated his warm hand and the word “breathe” with Life so I knew...