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Red Dust

R.C. Morgan·October 30, 2020

Red Dust written by: R.C. Morgan The school hall was timber, the exterior in need of paint....

English Literature Halloween

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A Flag

Msdedeng·October 14, 2020

A Flag written by: Msdedeng A symbol of the big three: Patriotism, Nationalism, and Militarism. Country over...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Midnight Sun

Cristina Munoz·August 26, 2020

Midnight Sun written by: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 under a midnight sun how calm life must be for...

Poetry English

·1 min read

In Country: A Viet Nam Sequence

Louis Dorwaldt·August 8, 2020

In Country: A Viet Nam Sequence written by: Louis Dorwaldt An eternity of days Trekking and shivering...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Country Hymn

Christian Garduno·May 7, 2020

Country Hymn written by: Christian Garduno last time I saw you, I knew it would be the...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Up Next, A Country Song

John Grey·February 10, 2020

Up Next, A Country Song written by: John Grey How can I explain it. Imagine a trembling...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Home on The Range

Jenise Cook·January 7, 2020

Home on The Range written by: Jenise Cook @jenisecook Harold ambled down the old country road to the...

Literature English

·1 min read

Country Likes Hit

Marius Surleac·December 27, 2019

Country Likes Hit written by: Marius Surleac gramps calls the geese with a deluge of kernels amethyst...

English Poetry

·1 min read

A Talking Poem

Wolfgang H.·November 29, 2019

A Talking Poem written by: Wolfgang H. Transcript of a ride to Neverland with spontaneous thoughts… I...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Møns Klint

Joseph S. Pete·November 4, 2019

Møns Klint written by: Joseph S. Pete @nwi_jsp Something’s rotten in Denmark, maybe something awash on the...

Poetry English

·1 min read

I Heard A Voice

Paul H. Yarbrough·October 9, 2019

I Heard A Voice written by: Paul H. Yarbrough @PaulHYarbrough They were standing at the ledge. Their...

Literature English

·7 mins read

Este Pais No Ha Traicionado

Alexander Uslar·August 25, 2019

Este País No Ha Traicionado written by: Uslariono @Uslariono Este país no ha traicionado haciendo de lo necesario,...

Poetry Spanish

·1 min read

Stranger In A Strange Land

George Gad Economou·July 30, 2019

Stranger In A Strange Land written by: George Gad Economou I An exciting time for a young...

English Literature

·30 mins read

Ladybirds On The Beach

Michal Reibenbach·June 17, 2019

Ladybirds On The Beach written by: Michal Reibenbach Upon arriving in Israel, together with your mother, father,...

English Literature

·6 mins read

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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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