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"Why are wars fought?"A Story by Blackheart“Papa, I want to ask you something” she said. “Sure. Anything.” I said with a smile. “Why are wars fought?” For t.. |
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Kiss in GermanA Chapter by Solarghosts of the past Dedicated to the memory of the victims of genocide -1971 |
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Will you give me timeA Story by MeeraVAs we are moving into the digital age, I feel we have started to equate time and money as synonymous. We often feel that the time we should set asid.. |
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The Servant Girl and the NintendoA Poem by stargirl23Dadi, Dadu, Mama, Papa, my little brother, and I, We pile into the taxi, bringing the maid with us. She's just my age, skin much d.. |
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HazelA Book by Maggie BastaNovel (I think) work in progress |
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It doesn't matterA Poem by Mary Christabel GeorgeWhat really matters is, you will get to know. |
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Excuse me, Mr. VIPA Poem by DivVIP(Very important person) represents a person who is in a position of power. This poem is from the perspective of the common man. It makes us wonder .. |
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इन्सान पैदा हुआ हू�..A Poem by youthforfreedomमेरे जम्हूरियत के पहरेदा.. |
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Let Peace PrevailA Poem by MeghaLet the Peace prevail for once and see how this world becomes paradise! |
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To Mahatma GandhiA Poem by Selman RepištiFearless ascetic, Guardian of ahimsa's* light, unobtrusive Prophet, you humanoid avatar! Do you remember how you gave your executio.. |
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The Cart-PullerA Story by kamranAs he stood watch in front of the factory in the Wazirpur district of Delhi, the images of the past constantly came into his mind, especially those .. |
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My tryst with Arranged MarriageA Story by PriyaThe post talks about an experience I had recently. |
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MangaloreA Poem by Chirag KumarMangaloreThe greenish cloth which the nature wearsis a tiny manifestation of its myriad fairs.The cricketing musicians, the singing birdscreate melodi.. |
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IDENTITYA Story by SShe burnt her shabby hut with her dead father’s freezing corpse inside it, slowly embracing flames. Consumed in the fire and turned into ashes.. |
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Cognitive RestructuringA Poem by SA short hem line, A deep neck line, Flashing shades, heels and boots, And without knowing what’s inside her heart and soul, She is tagge.. |
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