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The value of the rupee has depreciated like anything...it says about the grief of the coin indirectly reflecting the country's inflation....
In today's western society a person is valued based on their career and ability to provide. With the changes in today's job markets and future prospects uncertain, it has left many feeling valueless.
By Taco Dan
This is a monologue (I think), that I created about the subject of sentimentally valued objects and mourning.
It has been fifty-three years since the initial attack. The day every person has imprinted in their minds. The black clouds floating over Russia. If only then we knew. Of course, we never find out until it's too late.
If you have seen or read "Shingeki no Kyojin" or "Attack on Titans" you will...
This is a very short story written for a contest. Lol I've never tried to write something under 500 words before :)
Anyway the result is a ambiguous burst of emotion that I hope will touch someone.
I'm so sick of this eternal bondage that allows no freedom. I'm sick of strict rules. I'm almost an adult and the leash has not be released from their tight grasp. I love them but I wish they could read this and understand what I've beeen trying to communicate with them. This is for everyone who...
Cyber Money becomes the official currency of The United States in the near future. There is a hidden agenda behind its introduction,however,
and it eventually leads to financial disaster.
It's all bullshit. You know it, but never believe it.
Societies and nations have become bastions for sexual peversion in the name of personal freedom but is it the road to disaster or is it a blessing............
By Ina Mcfarmers
Certain needs to be recognised
By Manisha Belani
Its about using your time well!
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Alon Calinao Dy
You should never tell a lie.
smart ass will call them "Emotional fools", and i would call them most "sensitive soul" trapped in selfish Jungle called "world"....
Article | Updated Nov 23, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
While he was sitting on the low and teared up bed, which was full of ugly wood carvings, and every possible and beautiful, but misplaced colors, he endeavored to fight against the paralyzing feeling which was about to take control.
Life in the village and at the academics was something that...