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By Gareth Brown
I was running very, very late for my train.
Short Story | Updated Dec 1, 2013 | Reads: 135 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
They know, she know, we know, they all know.....
When Red, one of the last fire benders left in the world, and his sister are captured by slavers and he's sold to the new avatar. He must give up his past to teach the new avatar fire bending and play his part in restoring peace to the world. But forgetting your past is easier said than done.
By Matthew Carr
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes we are not aware of reality in death...
"She could tell heâ€™d been on the road for a long time just by looking at his shoes. Moulding themselves up around his ankles as if they were a part of him, the heavy, earth-coloured hiking boots were disfigured with scars and white blemishes. This place must be paradise compared to...
By Erich Jablo
Franklin Moss finds himself on a train headed to his next job, when something strange happens.
Short Story | Updated Oct 23, 2013 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The Indian railways is a milch cow but look at the state of disaster management that people are dying in front of the eyes and all railway officials can do is ponder over as to why gas cutter is not working! The localities are the first ones to reach in any rail tragedy, who always manage to...
A Photo Feature Related With My Visit To Nagpur- The City Of Oranages...A Visual Delight For The Lovers Of Travelogues...
In other parts of world, the massacre is condemned in strongest terms. Even the killings of Muslims in Gujarat generated strong response. However, the massacre of Hindus needs not to be condemned. It needs to justified in subtle ways. It needs to be seen as some â€˜consequenceâ€. It...
A BOY GIVES A GIRL THE STARE ON A TRAIN STATION IN 1965.
Poetry | Updated Oct 5, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Life. Unrequited love. The path we all walk on as individuals. Trying to catch the next train to achieve our most wanted goals. But sometimes, we can't always get what we want. For my beloved sisters. Feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading! :) I suggest listening to a melancholic song for...
I love Chicago and all the wonderful things it has there. Working there, enjoying the beaches, watching the lights during Christmas at Daley Plaza always has me coming back for more. However, although it's a great place to visit, there's no place like home. (Preach it Dorothy!!)
Hey guys! It's been a while since my previous blonde joke. So here it is!! Hope you guys will like it just like the previous ones!! :)
Short Story | Updated Sep 1, 2013 | Reads: 184 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 4
By David S Grayson
Would you let the love of your life go when you know he may not come back?
Written for R A B Bradbury's August Short Story Contest and based on the song