Random First Lines:Kelimutu National Park is the smallest national park of six National Parks in Bali and Nusa Tenggara. However, his size is not so important when... » Read
This is a short story I wrote for R A B Bradbury 'June Short Story Contest!' This month is was about sacrifice for passion. I hope this is what is means but if not, I had a lot of fun writing it! It is a lot longer then I thought it would be, but then, it is hard for me to write short stories tha...
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| Updated Jun 8, 2013
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My experiences in flying, the reasons why I try and avoid doing it. Hanging around waiting, nearly getting shot down and getting lost in the sky does not go down as fun, not with me anyway.
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| Updated Jun 7, 2013
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being a gamer, the arrival of Playstation 3 was a big deal for me and as a matter of fact, I really did two jobs as infamously said by Ken Kutaragi to buy my Playstation 3 and the fact that this still happened still brings smiles to my face whenever I remember this.
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| Updated Jun 6, 2013
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Tags: humor, memoir, true, story
This was a prompt I wrote a while back for this online writing competition. The prompt was to use this line of dialogue " heads we get married, tails we break up" This is my twisted version. Its not about the bus but I did write it on the bus or at bus stops. Writers no...
A lonely snail named Clark is hopelessly in love with a beautiful pigeon but she probably doesn't even know he exists... Can Clark's best friend Jeb help him talk to the pigeon of his dreams?
The plot is about the excitement of a guy who is travelling from Hyderabad to Visakhapatnam in train. He has got RAC ticket which means he has to share his berth with some stranger. How he is feeling about sharing his berth all night with a stranger?
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| Updated Jun 4, 2013
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This is a short story from a piece of work I have been spending most of my time on. It is for the working class, for the blue collar workers that I ride the buss with everyday. Enjoy.
As I trudged into my school, a duck arrived with the ability to make a mockery of the students on campus. The duck started a battle that it couldn't finish, yet put up a spectacular fight. Poo was flying every which way and the arrival of the ducks mighty cavalry would make anyone duck and cover....