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Random First Lines:This story is originally a novel by Angela Carter. The extract is from the novel and the continuation is my alternative ending. The actual... » Read
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Sunday, a day described to relax. Well, of all those week days Sunday is always awaited. Look out, in the poem, Sunday Morning, what Zeevi feels on one such morning.
In this poem I tried to draw similarities between the rain and the life of a newly married Indian woman. In the first stanza I depicted how arrival of rain is similar to an arrival of bridegroomâ€™s wedding procession at brideâ€™s home. It depicts how a typical Indian wedding takes...
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 7
It is about the rain falling and thoughts that experience it.
Poetry | Updated May 5, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
My first attempt at writing Haiku.
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2013 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 9
Short Story | Updated Dec 19, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Do you like strong women, Amazonian warrior women?
Do you like a little bit of history?
Do you like a bit of "spice" mixed in to the story?
Then maybe you will like this story about a warrior princess and her group of friends and how they ended up in Africa looking for the mysterious pink diamonds.
how the summer arrives in Arizona
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Naima Karp
Based on my mother's upbringing in pakistan, this is a short story about a woman living in India, reflecting on the loss of her husband, juxtaposed with the beauty of her land.
By Lady Jisha
Rain is mesmerizing. I am under a spell. Every monsoon, i turn into a peacock dancing and singing, mad with pure ecstasy.I am indebted to Rain and consider it my duty and fortune to pay a tribute to the heavenly showers. Rain, my love, this is for you....
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
He looked across the hall and was surprised to see there were not many people around although the weather was amazing. A young woman entered in CafÃ©. She was on the phone and smiling when he saw her â€“ the beam floored him. His eyes escorted her all the way to her seat raving her unique...
By J B Danielson
A man must deal with his guilt while a storm rages around him.