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A Story by Zoya
The barrier
between her eyes and the unknown world around was removed as she lifted her eye-lids.
Razor-like albicant rays of light blinded
her b..
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A Poem by Zoya
A widow full of vanity,
Was the identity of Mrs.Cole.
Who from her late husband,
Inherited his fortune whole.
Living in a huge bungalow,
With s..
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A Poem by Zoya
My first haiku.
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A Story by Zoya
There were lines on his face, lines of books on his shelf, lines of customers outside his tent, lines on tree trunks beyond the silky walls of his t..
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A Poem by Zoya
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
outside the refuge,
of the mouse,
who turned the house,
..
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A Story by Zoya
As we all know, almost everything that exists in
this world has a dark side to it. Same goes for the rainbow, which, nearly all
of us, peruse as a..
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A Story by Zoya
“Mom, look
what Teresa did to me!” I complained, showing her the bruise on my left arm. “We were
playing hide and seek and befor..
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A Story by Zoya
Greed...
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A Story by Zoya
A cold,
blustery wind swept past my face as I stood there alone, petrified, clueless,
in the depths of a dark forest. Suppressing all the questio..
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A Poem by Zoya
That quiet
little seven-year-old was sitting by herself,
Daydreaming
about magical things; of fairies, unicorns and elves.
Busy
wandering the..
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