Avyakta Kanthesh
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Stories (3/0)
The Silver Leaves
I live surrounded by flowers and fruit trees. Every morning the sun greets me with a bright smile. You’d probably think that I’m living the life. And I would be. If I wasn’t sleeping in my friend’s parents’ Indian Tea Garden. I’m Vishant, I’m sixteen, I’m homeless, and I wouldn’t be anywhere else.
By Avyakta Kanthesh3 years ago in Fiction
Of Winds and Waves
If you saw Xander Siklon at school, you probably wouldn’t look twice. Sure his one stormy grey eye and one electric blue eye might strike you at first, but you’d get used to them. Sure he may be rather fast and jump rather high, but he was no Usain Bolt. And even if he was, he almost never ran unless being pursued by bullies. He spent most of his time nose deep in books. He was just an average sixteen year old boy.
By Avyakta Kanthesh3 years ago in Fiction
Of Winds and Waves
If you saw Xander Siklon at school, you probably wouldn’t look twice. Sure his one stormy grey eye and one electric blue eye might strike you at first, but you’d get used to them. Sure he may be rather fast and jump rather high, but he was no Usain Bolt. And even if he was, he almost never ran unless being pursued by bullies. He spent most of his time nose deep in books. He was just an average sixteen year old boy.
By Avyakta Kanthesh3 years ago in Fiction