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Clare mends the fragile bond between two worlds and finds love in both but one is a lie waiting to collapse around her.
After Professor Michael Winslow disappears on a routine archaeological expedition to Bolivia, his research assistant Clare Nolan spends the next six months searching for him.
Amal Khokhar, a shy and quiet brunette and a med student is caught in a whirlpool of emotions when she meets the handsome and charismatic Nabhan Qureshi, a well known and accomplished billionaire and her best friendâ€™s brother. He wreaked havoc in senses and the instant attraction made...
Darby must return to her ancestral home and untangle the threads of time before she loses her sanity.
Her nights are filled with haunting dreams that spill into her days, triggering feelings of unbearable emptiness and loss. Her whole universe shifts sideways as her internal demons strengthen...
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A short poem.
Poetry | Updated Aug 6, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
What if I was to tell you someone was behind the mirror you look in. The reflection that stares back at you. A slave working tirelessly year after year to show your image to you. A little girl. No older than ten. You would save her from her torment, wouldn't you?
It seems the right thing to do....
A poem to show how the seasons can be seen in the way I operate.
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We always said this could never happen. But here we are about to cross that line
By Joan A Brown
A Poem about a kindred love lost
The delicate life of the jelly fish.
I can't help but to wonder what you are thinking.
To those who may feel lost.
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Just Free Writing~ Putting it on paper, I'm just admitting I lost in the love game.
By Paul Butters
Suddenly I am engulfed by a wormhole...
Short Story | Updated Jul 19, 2014 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sara Battaglia
Sometimes I can't help the dark thoughts about myself. What am I?