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The exhausted sun gradually crept towards the horizon as a thick, gray blanket fell over the colorless sky that belonged to Bangladesh. Thousands of people, too many to count, were sprawled throughout the streets like ants scurrying out of their nests. I fidgeted in my seat; the never-ending honking... - Fiction > Realistic FictionAutumn was a crime. It was a time when the leaves that sheltered each tree would fall, leaving it vulnerable and exposed for the world to see. Stupid leaves, why did they have to fall? It was first grade, and Lucy walked with me to school. The leaves fluttered to the ground one by one. We’d k...
- Poetry > Free VerseThey say that there are many fish in the sea. But they all seem to be dying. There may be many fish in the sea But they all leave you crying. If there were that many fish in the sea Then why are countless hearts broken? If there were that many fish in the sea Then these words wouldn...
- Poetry > Free VerseThrough her window Cries of pain, crimes of shame Through her window Plotted lies, a twisted game She watches a mother, hold on to her child She felt the love for the baby and tenderly smiled Gun shots fire, a car pulls by The mother starts running, the baby starts to cry Two men walk out,...
- Poetry > Free VerseI fell off my bike when I was six years old, Bruised my knees – black and blue. I fell off the pier, gazing out at the sea, Mom started crying; “I thought we almost lost you” I fell during my fifth grade graduation ceremony, Embarrassed; I was convinced that my life was officiall...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsThe world has fallen in love with her bloodthirsty vampires and territorial werewolves from her best selling “twilight” saga series. She has bewildered every soul with her creativity and visually dynamic characters. Around the globe not only teens, but mothers, fathers and even grandparents find...
- Nonfiction > MemoirIt had been six months but the cloud remained floating over my head like an exposed birthmark. Those memories; the bad ones—they just seemed to linger. “I heard she—“. You silenced the voices, you sealed their words and you prayed they’d never be spoken again. “No way, she wouldn...
