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Jock Engelman, 23 march 2012

Sandy Footprints

CRASH!
CRASH!
WHOOSH!

A young man collapses on a golden sandy slope as
sparkling waves tumble onto the shore before dragging themselves back out.

CRASH!
CRASH!
WHOOSH!

The waves continue.

As the blazing sunlight breaks through the ocean,
it greets the young man by bathing him (... więcej)

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Emily, 20 march 2012

Ceasing Pearls

Scattering around the pitless void, the clear liquid beads descended slowly and wearily as if time had been slowed down, defeated dejectedly by an unbeatable force that scars unforgettably. For countless of sands of time, there had been no light nor warmth in sight; no movement of life except for (... więcej)

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Geetima Baruah Sarma, 20 march 2012

A WINNING STREAK

The Congress Party came to power again for the
third consecutive term. One of the reasons may be because the Opposition parties
failed to unite and gain confidence from the masses. To win in an election,
unity among members, well-planned agendas, clear vision for development,
strategies to conduct (... więcej)

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Ye Caterpillar, 19 march 2012

The Journal of Elias Gillpington - Chapter 1

Whilst it paineth me greatly to put pen to paper, I feel it my bounden duty to do so, if for no other reason than to serve a clarion call of warning to my brethren, compatriots and fellow worldlings. Indeed it would be most remiss of me if I were to shirk the clear moral task of informing my cohabitors (... więcej)

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Balasubramanian, 19 march 2012

In search of Life

In Search of Life

It all started when
Jacques Raymond Hill was questioned during the celebration party for his
new product launch arranged for his Research and Development
Professionals at long island, New York. He was at his jubilant best,
entertaining his (... więcej)

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Balasubramanian, 19 march 2012

Outpour

"The wind has started its ominous growl from the east this morning. We know that it will lay a trail of disaster when it finishes this time and it will take another huge toll on our will to continue. But it is the same wind which brings in the clouds for quenching the thirst of mother earth whose (... więcej)

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Norma J. Rose, 19 march 2012

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

A girl once wrote:
„There was rainy day here... just recently. It's like the weather was explaining my soul. Yes, there can be comfort, of course. Like it shines after the rain. But sometimes, you just cannot hide your feelings. You cannot hide the sorrow or the emptiness you feel. And somehow (... więcej)

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Varna Salunke, 16 march 2012

What I Leave!

I turned to take a glimpse
Of the state I leave behind,
To mutate my life and March forward
Towards a alien land, which may be unkind.
I just thwart my heart, to find
A land to harbor, to pay my hand.

I turned to take a glimpse
Of my beloved, to whom I say goodbye
And get my heart manacled (... więcej)

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Jock Engelman, 14 march 2012

-CHAPTER FOUR- ---THE COURT BATTLE---

The next few days had been the best of Jono‟s life. He had been fed three times a day
with delicious meals, had a nice bed to sleep in, had a friend, had a new home and had not
been beaten by his father. Boris still went to school in the week. Jono was still awaiting trial.
It was Sunday morning (... więcej)

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Jock Engelman, 14 march 2012

-CHAPTER THREE- ---A NEW HOME---

Once they had finally reached Mr Phillipson‟s office, Mr Phillipson said to his
secretary, „Hold all of my calls.‟
„Yes sir.‟ replied the secretary.
Mr Phillipson still held Jono by the scruff of his shirt, he opened the door of his office
and ordered, „Get in!‟ and let go of Jono. (... więcej)

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