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The truth is that bloggers have emerged as better alternative because traditional media betrayed the faith imposed on them by the readers. It's now very clear that newspapers/electronic media take stand according to their political affiliations. Most news is now sponsored news. And that's the...
By Miri Fern
"Mr. Triponov straightened, and raised the hose, rinsing off the soap. Just as he lifted his arm, he felt a strange sensation--the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and he felt as though he were being watched. His expression carefully unchanged, he looked to his left.
On top of the stone...
Every day we discover things about ourselves...how we perceive it is the question.
Walking in the woods alone is scary, but when you're looking for a missing friend, its worse. Where is Kate?
This was written as a 500 word creative writing story for school, that's why it is so short, sorry. I am concidering making a part 2 but I'm not sure... :)
By Tima Carr
She looked me up and down and scanned every inch of my body before finally looking me in the eyes. It felt as if she had stripped me of my dignity as she snapped, â€œWatch where you walk! Are you blind? Donâ€™t your feet know how to stop before they trample over every god damned thing...
Short Story | Updated Oct 8, 2013 | Reads: 174 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A brief ChÅka about the modern world, new and old media and the internet, virtual reality, ending at its very conclusion. A ChÅka is a Japanese poetry form that consists of 5-7 on phrases repeated at least twice, and conclude with a 5-7-7 ending. 5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7-7
A YOUNG MAN AND A OVERSEXED GIRL IN AN OLD FOLKS HOME IN 1969
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
After much inspiration, I have embarked on a mission to find out the meaning of life so as to quell the need for the answer by the billions of people and thus save them from having to deliberate on the question themselves. Yeah, I'm a nice person, thanks for thinking so.
A true story about my mother when she was 4.
Short Story | Updated Sep 29, 2013 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
The thoughts of an old women who has gotten alzheimers. She sits alone in her room looking at an old photo album.
A 9 YEAR OLD GIRL AND HER LIFE OF ROWS AND VIOLENT AND LOVE IN 1950S LONON.
By Rajat Pawar
This is a story about two poor friends, struggling for survival in a drought. One gets a high paid position, the other uses it to get highly paid. Will they survive the tests of time?
An old artist lived in the apartment above the bar and spent his days watching people come and go.
Essay | Updated Sep 21, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1