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What Becomes Of Us

TM Arko·August 14, 2018

What Becomes Of Us written by: TM Arko We were the ones Who would have loved To...

English Poetry

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Orphic

Alex Meyer·July 2, 2018

Orphic written by: Alex Meyer @FinnzGaming I don’t understand, I don’t see why the memories of you are...

English Poetry

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The Right In Wrong

Jyoti Girl·April 4, 2018

The Right in Wrong written by: Jyoti Girl @Aneesha_Jyoti Wrong sits on Right’s chair Unfair buds from...

Poetry English

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Belief

Simona Prilogan·February 25, 2018

Belief written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian “Not good enough” may slash the dreams Dragging the hope out...

Poetry English

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True Believer

Megha Sood·February 22, 2018

True Believer written by: Megha Sood @meghasood16 And what makes you a true believer and ardent keeper...

Poetry English

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The Water Lilies

Shelly Wilson·January 23, 2018

The Water Lilies written by: Shelly Wilson @ShellyWilsonDQK Upon a grand adventure Skipping through the fields Humming...

English Poetry

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Christmas

Ian Fletcher·December 16, 2017

Christmas written by: Ian Fletcher Who now believes in Santa Claus or that the storied Three Wise...

Poetry Christmas English

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Friday 13th: The accidental superstition?

Spillwords·October 13, 2017

Friday 13th: The accidental superstition? by: Trevor Timpson – BBC News There are three Friday the Thirteenths this...

A day like today Article English

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Trials Of Faith

Aaliyah·October 5, 2017

Trials Of Faith written by: Aaliyah @aaliyah.lenyora For a moment my faith shook, The trials I endured…...

English Poetry

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Holding On

Evelyn (poeticasymptote)·August 13, 2017

Holding On written by: Evelyn @sanepoet when all you have is faith and the storms, they rage...

English Poetry

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Thots

Rochelle Foles·June 24, 2017

thots written by: Rochelle Foles @shellilouwho skipping stones on a still pond ...

English Poetry

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Threshold

Kruthi Onteddu·May 5, 2017

Threshold written by: Kruthi Onteddu my bare feet move across the marble with its cold seeping into...

Poetry English

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God, Seriously?

Michael Shea·February 21, 2017

God, Seriously? written by: Michael Shea @calmsbehaviour Me myself and I There is a part in most...

English Featured Post Literature

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False Belief

Leanne Neill·December 21, 2016

False Belief written by: Leanne Neill @LeanneNeill2 My persona has you intrigued An aura of mystique I...

English

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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