Zoya Writing

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Good Ol' Days

A Poem by Zoya

The doorbell rang; she rushed to open the door, ‘twas a windy day, and the rain decided to pour. Behind the door, soaked in water stood, ..

The Crooked House

A Poem by Zoya

My hands are cold, my face is bruised,My clothes and shoes are torn.As I have reached yet so far,On the way that i had sworn.Carrying only a drawing o..

Don't Give Up

A Story by Zoya

“Breaking news: five dead and twenty-three injured in the F7 203 plane crash; the beautiful city of Meagrown completely destroyed after the 7..

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