By: writmic Stress Leads to Success School works are obstacles in our paths. You continue walking as they come. Eventually, you still choose to finish them and end up working through upon your sleepless nights. In the end of the…
. By; Annapurani Vaidyanathan 2006. My first-ever memory of watching you play. It was a Wimbledon final against Nadal. I was staring at a 24-year-old star who already had 7 grand slams in his kitty. A ball boy who had…
By: Debraj Bhattacharya I. A Worried DM The District Magistrate of district Ajeebpur, Mr. Hari Sachdev IAS, looked worried. He had just received a letter that a high-profile delegation from the UN would be visiting his district to see the…
By: Mary Bone Mrs. Euphoria looked at the list of people in town that she had just sent to the editor of her local newspaper. The names on the list were people who believed a malicious rumor that she, Mrs….
By: Jacynth Amores TIED BY AFFECTION They say love at first sight Is just a myth, A Hollywood Tale? An exquisite adornment Gasping for affections To love unconditionally A bright ray of sunshine Filters through the stained glass window Illuminating…
By Mark Kodama I. The Walk I am ill. I have stage 2 bone marrow cancer and diabetes 2. So my doctors told me I needed to take more walks, get more exercise. So this morning I took a walk….
By: Jim Bates Dad pointed, “Tyler, take this bag and put those decoys way out by the corn stalks. Not too close to us. We don’t want to spook them.” I dutifully followed his instructions and hiked through the snow,…
By: Patricia Tramble A smoky white mist slowly moves across the lake. The fog is so thick, I could barely see in front of me and if not careful, I could easily walk into a watery grave. The smell in…
By Julia Lesel When I was 21, a lone female backpacker, I passed through Salzburg, Rome, and Vienna. At one bridge in each city, I took out a notebook and started writing a little sketch of what I observed going…
By E. J. Bradley I am a foster carer who happened to overhear the end of a conversation about foster caring. “I’d be no good at foster care,” explained my sister-in-law to my wife. “I could never love someone else’s…