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You are in all my heart. You keep me for the rest of your life.
not love only friendship I used to study in the eighth grade. A new girl was admitted in my class that year. I lost my heart when I saw him. What a strange feeling it was. Other than that, no one cares. His laughing, speaking, walking, smiling, everything... yes everything started becoming my favorite. Then after some time I realized that it was one sided love. He did class 8th and 9th from our school. After that it came to know that he has taken admission in some other school.
By Selly Nath5 years ago in Fiction
Still remember the day, after many insistences from my father.
I still remember the day, after many insistences from my father, I asked for 5 rupees because in class you said you liked Golgappa very much. I like you too. There are two ways home ts...maybe i got 5 taka for the first time you have to surprise gorgapa by eating
By Selly Nath5 years ago in Fiction
Red Popsicles and Fireworks
The sun beat through the window. The rest of my red popsicle dripped onto my knee-length jean shorts and my feet rested on the dashboard. Every so often I would duck my head below the passenger side window in hopes my siblings wouldn't notice me in the car. They'll want to come too and I want it to be just me and dad, I thought to myself. I squirmed in the heat as sweat beat down my forehead. Come on, dad.
By Michaela Gallien5 years ago in Fiction
Then a perfection of love.
Then a perfection of love. When my sister was in class 12, one of her classmates used to follow her. However, the boy is studying art and Apa is studying science, the English version. That's why she used to be so afraid of you that she often wrote me letters and gifts for you. So, I used to love that brother very much. How much money does the poor waste? Write again in blood.
By Nikhil Bhowmik5 years ago in Fiction
Nikki's Song Pt. 1
My daughter Sophia, told me I shouldn't get on the flight, but, as usual, I'm all about work, and a no-nonsense type. I reassured her that it was perfectly safe, reiterated all the statistics I could remember about air travel being safer than most other forms of travel, gave her a kiss and a hug, and reminded her to feed the dog while I was gone. And NO wild parties.
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Love takes away more than it gives.
- In the days of the Ramayana, the earth was hesitant. It is not ram and not hands. But if Kali had any hesitation, it would be for the benefit of others, not Ramapati. Frankly, I do not understand that there is no human. Everyone was standing on top of the hill, talking. Suddenly Nanellar shouted. If I say - Ray is coming, but not until then. We all looked and saw Ramapati and entered his house again. Everyone realizes that no matter how urgent Ramapati's mission may be, he must stop paving the way as it is now. When you get home, you can sit quietly for a while. Then he sent a servant to take a look. If the server comes back and says the road is clear, he can go out again. I said let's go, what's the point of being difficult? Why did Nanilal say he's moving? Is this the way? Shall we eat a girl learning to read?
By Nikhil Bhowmik5 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Brett stretched out on the onyx satin sheets and he brushed Mekayla’s arm. He sighed and slightly chuckled to himself when he kissed her shoulder. Mekayla moaned softly but did not stir. Brett continued to rub her bare skin in amazement of how soft she felt. Even the satin sheets could not compare to the luxury of her buttery skin. He glanced around the crimson room and saw all of the miniature kittens delicately placed on the built in wall shelving. He hated those little statues.
By Majique MiMi5 years ago in Fiction
