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My Granddaddy’s Watch

Russell Colclough·May 11, 2022

My Granddaddy’s Watch written by: Russell Colclough My granddaddy gave me his special watch, the winder on...

English Literature

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On Sewers

Warren Alexander·April 1, 2022

On Sewers written by: Warren Alexander My grandfather rotated his jokes A guy killed himself in the...

Poetry English

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Lá Atrás. Noutro Tempo.

J. Maciel Costa·March 13, 2022

Lá Atrás. Noutro Tempo. written by: J. Maciel Costa Estava a abeirar os 8 anos de idade....

Portuguese Literature International

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The Box in The Attic

Toni Livesey·January 31, 2022

The Box in The Attic written by: Toni Livesey “Just a little more… just a little more…”...

English Literature

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Aundrea

Carl "Papa" Palmer·December 13, 2021

Aundrea written by: Carl “Papa” Palmer Anticipation glistens from her lovely brown eyes as I open the bow...

English Poetry Christmas

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Encounter With A Shoebill

Steve Carr·September 25, 2021

Encounter With A Shoebill written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 I sat in the front of the motorboat...

English Literature Featured Post

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Calcium

Jim Bates·July 16, 2021

Calcium written by: Jim Bates My grandfather was a milkman. He was an oversized, florid faced, jovial...

Literature English

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Gratitude

Alice Doyle·May 31, 2021

Gratitude written by: Alice Doyle @alicedoylefrenc We walked together for a while. You were there. And I...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Foxy

Caroline Gauld·May 8, 2021

Foxy written by: Caroline Gauld Daniel Jackson is five years old, he lives with his granddad now...

Literature English

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The Fortune Teller

Sheila Henry·January 27, 2021

The Fortune Teller written by: Sheila Henry @sheila_henry17 Every New Year’s Day, the town of Sangre Grande...

Literature English

·3 mins read

The Day After Christmas

Jim Bartlett·December 26, 2020

The Day After Christmas written by: Jim Bartlett Stan hobbles through the back door and across the...

Crinoline Days

Joseph Amendolare·December 10, 2020

Crinoline Days written by: Joseph Amendolare My mother’s father was Irish, and his known lineage traces back...

Literature English

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Remembrance Day

Jim Bates·November 26, 2020

Remembrance Day written by: Jim Bates “Allie, come here, a minute. Look at this.” The old man...

Literature English Featured Post

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Echoes

Mary Daurio·November 15, 2020

Echoes written by: Mary Daurio I accompanied my mother to reside at my grandfather’s secluded house in...

English Literature Featured Post

·11 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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