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A note to my dearest Dad "Rest in peace "
Article | Updated Nov 20, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into madness, this series of short stories explores the chains that bind the human spirit to the repetition of survival.
S.S.H.U.T.: Identifying Evil
What if people could think for themselves? No, I don't mean rotating the...
Just A Short Poem Written At My Most Random and Memorable Time :) Please comment, if you like :) Thanks for taking the time to read them! :D
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Vibhor Ganaka
The growth of the company is the result of their expert engineers and equally supportive R&D Team. The development was well planned by its pioneers.
By Steven Hill
Sci-fi, Fantasy, Thriller, Horror, Theoretical Science...
The most honest tell from a soul. Why we have to break up? Why we have to suffer when the one leaves...
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2012 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Asylo Nero
Beauty of your love in dreams and reality
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
I have a lot of emotions and this is not one i feel very often.... But if i share the good part of me with all of you... you should see the bad part too... I don't want to be a hypocrite.
Our freedom of speech is being taken away.
Nictophobia - fear of night. And no, there aren't monsters under your bed.
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.