The Colours | Poetry
Let me remind you about The shooting stars & the wise old moon
Narration
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I’m burning the pieces left | Poetry
As a matter of nature we can't say no to our desires
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Choices Apart | Short Story
We sat across each other, and out of habit I rested my heels on his thigh. As far as intimacy was concerned, that was the...
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Yes, it rained yesterday | Poetry
Did it rain for the whole night yesterday?
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The first time she said, “I love you” | Poetry
My legs trembled like the wings of a sick honeybee...
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Her…Just Her | Poetry
She looked up to see the moon As it gives life to the night....
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A quirky love story | Part 2; Reincarnation | Short Story
As he lay decomposed, he slowly turned into fossil fuel.
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A quirky love story | Part 1; The End? | Short Story
One day, a beautiful woman passing by the forest, was captivated by the fragrance of the water lilies...
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Love Does Look Pretty On You | Poetry
Then I stand up and give you a hand Let's dance again, I say Shoulder to shoulder, A smile for a smile, Just for the...
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The Watch Which Could Stop Time | Short Story
began selling second hand watches and graduated to selling first copies. Then came the wallets, shoes and later all sorts of electronics you could've heard...
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She was someone’s last poem | Poetry
Your hair sways with the wind Welcoming you with a greeting While you sit, alone Looking at someone writing you a song....
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In Crumpled Sheets | Poetry
Each night as I find our shadows dancing between sheets, I remind myself that we always have to go back to our battles
