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StoryThe Unmanned Gunner windrose012 years 2 months ago
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StoryIsland Hopping windrose012 years 2 months ago
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StoryThe Flickering Streetlight little chilli116 years 9 months ago
Forum topicOn the Celebrity of Writing These Days. patmac3218 years 1 month ago
Forum topicOne night stand. by windrose. maisie219 years 6 months ago
Forum topic032 Magic Of Naeem by Windrose maisie419 years 7 months ago

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Sweet Hell (Part 4)

Late afternoon, cloud cover and gloomy in the sky, in tone of pink and grey and no sunlight penetrated through. “My mother wore a brown sari, looking...

Sweet Hell (Part 3)

Ayyea’s grandmother arrived to perform some ritual on the girls at Salty Breeze. She stayed at Ayyea’s place called Moonshine and picked in a car...

Sweet Hell (Part 2)

“Wake up! Wake up!” his grandmother called, “Nobody sleeps this late. Your lunch is cold.” Ayyea was still dazed. Had lunch and scattered to Women’s...

Sweet Hell (Part 1)

‘When the ships put in, the crew marry; when they intend to leave they divorce their wives.’ wrote Ibn Battuta, the historian traveller from Morocco...

Stone The Crow

Molly wants to sing Molly wants to dance Molly makes some trouble All the time in and out She’s no good jive She’s no good song She gives that limb...

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