By: Tracy A. Powers It was that night that I saw you Not with wide-open, eager eyes But with a seeking heart– You relaxed on the floor, breath quiet and steady As I cautiously approached, All dark curly hair, and gentle…
By: Tracy A. Powers On a walk through hidden, urban woods Amber, red, and gold nestled inside Fallen leaves crunch under the stride of my boots’ heels With a sound like brittle popcorn crushed. After a collection of quiet moments My…
By: Mohana Gill Myanmar is a country not many people know about. It is situated in South-East Asia and is bordered on the north-east by China, on the east by Laos and Thailand, on the south by the Andaman Sea and…
By: Adam Kluger Questionable Judgment In Bernadette’s dorm there was a night watchman who would hang out. Renfro, a former cop. Bernadette would always catch Renfro checking out her round tits or tight ass whenever she bent over and she got…
By: Don Crawford Alfredo Cordovan settled himself in the hard wooden chair in the back of the Ican Bar and Grill, in Tucson, Arizona. The bar was located on north Stone Avenue; a few blocks south from his well furnished…
Bharti Airtel said that it has acquired a strategic stake in Juggernaut Books, a popular digital platform to discover and read high quality, affordable books and to submit amateur writing. The investment is in line with Airtel’s endeavour to build…
By: Dr Neeraja .M The novel is a wonderful combo of right and wrong between love, romance, sex status, casteism, racism, and money, all beaded into the same abacus. The magical tool that measures, calculates every essence of each soul. The…
By: Balu George. Exterior – Naval Public School – Cochin – Morning. We cut to a group of parents with toddlers in their arms. Most of the kids are crying. Cars are parked outside the school gates. This is their first…
By: William C. Blome There’s a cast of several characters dancing furiously on the bar: There’s a witness called Ondine and a seamstress named Cornelia; There’s a fishwife ‘goes by Yowlu and a pastor ‘comes to Karlson; There’s a greenbottle fly…
By: William C. Blome Unlike your usual snowstorm, this one came in through blazing sunshine, a mosaic of dares and filaments and scoffs too (if you cock your ears just right and catch the drift of its foul-mouthed taunts, a pernicious…