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By Whiskey Charlie
One night of torture in the life of an incurably sick man.
Short Story | Updated Nov 18, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
This is how a lover feels after the death of her Beloved.
life of a girl who sees herself as an ugly duckling
Short Story | Updated Jul 4, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Its all about the transition in me for gaining acceptance
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 17, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Inspiration Desire
The suffering of women after comfort had been neglected
By Monster Germany
â€œOnce youâ€™ve entered the game of Tag, there is no turning back until they get you. Once you are tagged, then your world is the game and you are the one to turn people into your own. Welcome to my world, survive because you believe in the power to change.â€
By Wasi Abbas
If you are forced to cry at your arrival to the world, how do you expect the world to make you laugh through the journey of life till death?
Pain is always here.
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Niki Tsukanami
Dedicated to a a very special person who going through a pretty rough patch...
Dejection - Ignorance (girl's side)
Tanaya and Karan are best friends since a long time and promise to remain bestfriends forever. Tanaya is madly and deeply in love with Karan and doesn't mind being his best friend for another couple of years.
only when Karan starts dating another girl- Ayesha... Tanaya realizes that she had...
Haha...my life. In a nutshell...or on a page. At least that's how it feels somedays.
Poetry | Updated Jan 28, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 3
By Matthew Smith
Pierrot is a mute clown from French pantomime and a character based on the Italian Pedrolino from the Commedia Dellâ€™Arte. He is usually portrayed as a lovelorn character obsessed with the moon. Take what you will from the poem, though for myself it represents the lone lover in combat with...