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A true love story
True love story My name is Ramesh. This is my true love story. I am studying in Delhi College. This is the day I met a girl at a friend's wedding. Her name was Shalini. She is very beautiful. He was in his final year. He and I watched repeatedly during the wedding.
By nikhil bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Akande's Last Revenge
Akande knew he never wanted children. He knew the price of school fees and knew it was the same as renting a flat in Lagos. At 28, he was more interested in working to save up enough money to put into a good fixed deposit account that would give him high returns than he was in finding a wife or having children. Then he met Baridosia.
By Jide Okonjo2 years ago in Fiction
Fighting for Freedom
The boxes are packed, tucked neatly by the front door, the tan coloring contrasts against the white walls. She stands in the middle of the room and stares at her old life. The couch is still sitting along the back walls, the worn-out brown fabric revealing the yellow padding within. She can see the stains and signs of life on the couch, filling her with a yearning to have that life back. She longs to sit one more time and laugh with friends or watch television, but that life is over. She is moving forward, heading toward new goals. It is a rebirth of sorts, but not one she ever wanted.
By Elizabeth Corbitt2 years ago in Fiction
Lily picked up the cake, put it on a piece of paper, and said to the old man, "It's my grandfather, it's your cake."
Lily picked up the cake and said, "Libra, you're in front of me, it's time to buy and sell." Lily picked up the cake, put it on a piece of paper, and said to the old man, "It's my grandfather, it's your cake."
By nikhil bhowmik2 years ago in Fiction
Grandpa Ulysses' Journal
I can count on my right hand the times I witnessed my father shed tears. He remains solemn, stoic, perpetually heroic as he was in my early years. Humble by nature, easily calm, some people said he never raised his palm. A call came last June, a little past noon, one which often comes too soon. My grandfather Ulysses, for all his might, finally decided to end the fight. Cancer's not the answer, nor is it addiction, he died after his final mission.
By Aaron Toston2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom Lost-Never!
Alexander stood by the window and watched the exploding bombs in the distance. The bright orange and white flashes of light briefly turned the night sky into day. Darkness reestablished its dominance except for where the bombs had exploded. In those areas, the glow of freshly ignited fires illuminated the neighborhoods under siege. He refocused his attention on where his wife was offering solace to their two small children. They were exhausted, but sleep refused to come. He left the window and cuddled with his family.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Holland Lake
The atmsophere was thick with anticipation. It smelled like a tidal wave had hit the ferris wheel. C&D were watching television by the lamp light. A came in and bombarded them with messages too fast for their minds to comprehend at the same time. But that was all good. The radio told them what to do. And the dance was impossible to follow or enjoy. He did not do it D replied out of the blue. Don't know what that was all about? It felt good in the shade while the wafts of clean laundry filled the air. Up and down, fast and slow. Their hearts beat rapidly when he walked into the room. They were amazed at how cool A was. And he finally was able to drink his Dr. Pepper like he wanted to. In the mean time the other options were to dance across the room or split the atoms apart in the ultimate chaos.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction