Fishing with dad
It is cold and I am sleepy. A moonless sky shines above our head, a slow sun climbing its way up from down deep in the horizon. The smell of living trout lives in the river,
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Ways to make oatmeal a delicious dish for around 6 people
These are ways to make boring oatmeal into yummy dishes! Great for sleepover breakfasts and side dishes for dinner guests and dessert for lunch!
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Lay waste to my own dark wastelands
I have no rest on sea or mainland… Although I’ve ask for, His helping hand As yet I’ve not rest in His right-hand
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A Hug
A Hug P K Routray Hug is a physical expression of love, it remains the same across the globe, In every place and language, It's always understood as a mark of love and bondage.
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SMSing Luv
SMSing Luv P K Routray Daniel “My heart, I mis u," Loney "I mis u also 2." "Do u luv me, Daniel?" "U knw I luv u, darlin," "I lov u mr thn tongue cn tel. U r d lite of my lyf,
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Job, love and monotony
Job, love and monotony P K Routray If you earnestly love your job, it will turn to be your heart throb. If you do not love your job, the peace and happiness of life it will rob.
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How To Kill A Child
Aleppo, July 2012.
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The Newcomer
He arrived on campus the sixth day after university opened that year, looking considerably brown after his summer in Nelson. He was tall and lank with dark messy hair and glasses.
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The king’s funeral
It was a magnificent ceremony, one that the city will remember ‘til the end of days. Eighty-six priests had gathered to perform the ceremony, from every corner of the kingdom.
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The Nemesis
I was nine when she left. Mackenzie and my parents had a big row the night before and in the morning her bed was neatly (and uncharacteristically) made, with a note on top.
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