The making of a sailor 7/10

Fern was in for some more surprises. Walking along the pier towards the Black Cat was an ordinary looking human.

The making of a sailor 6/10

From that time onwards Fern stood her turn at the wheel and soon became quite confident in handling the Black Cat.

MY ONLY FRIEND

When the time is running out of my hand, Circumstances flushing me down in the sand, Comes a ray of light from an end, Hey check out its none other than my dear friend...

The making of a sailor 5/10

As the boat grounded, Fern and the other goblins jumped out and held her steady.

MY MOTHER IN THE STARS

dis poem is dedicated to two of my dear frnz who hav lost one of their parents.....

An Agnostic's Prayer

Time will tell, I guess.

Water in my lungs

attempting more prose. “We will not surrender, we will win or we will die. This is not the end! You will fight us and we will fight the generations that follow us until, we are free.”

"language in cages"

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I want to be a Viking

Don't you?

Ides Society

Julius Caesar - what a geezer.

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