How could one human being enslave another?
How could anyone design and operate a business whose purpose was to kill fellow human beings in...
But no sleep brought this forth
Death walks in...
The sun had risen and set by the time the boys found shelter, probably. The stairway was long, empty, quiet and dark, though this did not phase...
Trying my hardest to resist listening to these cunning voices, the ones that are trying to convince me it’s all over. Luckily, I’m on a...
THE BESTOWING BOY
“Once there was a boy,
For whom conferring was a joy.
And the boy loves his friend so much,...
'The eyes should be on the target only after opting the goal
BE LIKE CHEETAH
Cheetah getting famished sets the ambition to...
THE INTELLIGENT PIGEON
Once there were two best buddies named Jack and Ben. Ben was a very dynamic and motivational speaker. Every...
What hides in the Wood
The trunk of a tree contains the whole world. You see every part...
Periphery of love
two hearts dressed
in ritual garb
I'm just a poor boy,
From a poor family.
It's because I eat,
A load of jelly,
And watch a load of telly.
With the exception of her time at University India Harris had lived all of her twenty six years on Teardrop Lake.
India was a tall tomboy of a girl with short dark hair who generally wore baggy shorts and equally baggy t-shirts and rather unfeminine footwear on her feet.
She lived in Shoe Buckle House, on the northwest corner of the lake with her parents and her younger sister Dakota, and it wouldn’t have surprised her in the least if she found out she would live there until the end of her days.
On Monday Snow White feels Bashful
On Tuesday she’s feeling Grumpy
We were shopping for holiday clothes
And we were very nearly done