From the cradle to the grave.

I stand atop Kilimanjaro. My red cape flapping in the breeze. I stare off into the infinite sky, deciding the fate of mankind. But I’m tired of the struggle. I’m only one man in the universe.

phew Pia 50! I'm quite impressed by that.

During the Christmas season, people tend to be more nice. We should be like that every single day and that statement is precise. Every day of the year should be like Christmas time.

Christmas Day is quiet now the crush of Christmas rush has passed, the roads and shops share silence. Our beach of youth in summer packed was empty on this day

You left me undone Like the bed that lies open Waiting for your return Like my arms left wide open Cradling an absent shape You left me unspoken And now I can't find the words

The rain is no match

I am...

"...honk, honk..."

Beto felt relief that the diminutive Vanessa, a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty, was showing no suspicions whatsoever. It felt natural being there with her, driving down a pot-holed road, on route to a secluded beach beneath lavas of tropical sunlight. And yet, as natural as it felt, Beto knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d take Vanessa in his arms, tease with a kiss, then drown her.