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Why am I here? A shelter dog’s story.

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August 20th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: panich  |  587 views

Why am I here? I see others that go. A few come back but not many. There are two ways that they leave, one that goes out the front and one out the back. The front is good. You can hear people laughing sometimes, and everyone gets excited. Pups almost always go out that way. My best friend left days ago and I don’t have any idea where or why. Maybe the little girl has him. I remember her. She was the only person who ever looked at me with …

 

A Blessed Event?

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November 10th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Tragedy  |  Author: geedda  |  1693 views

The Blessed Event Hello, my name is Horace Whitmore; I am a bachelor with no immediate plans to marry in the very near future, though I have a lady friend I see on occasion; we live in two different cities, making it hard to meet more often. We also have different lifestyles; she smokes, drinks alcohol and tends to overindulge in fatty, high cholesterol foods; while I, on the other hand, eat regular meals; half a plate of vegetables, a quarter a plate of protein, and a quarter of good …

 

The valley of death

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November 25th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Horror , Philosophical , Suspense , Thriller  |  Author: shainur ullah  |  905 views

Valley of death A failed writer, poet and a depressed human being walks into a café, he orders a coffee and sits down with every other guy in the cafe which life had let down. He looks into his coffee, trying to figure out what he is going to do and where his future is going. An old man then comes into the coffee and asks the writer if he can sit down next to him. The old man ask the writer his name, the writer replies “writer just the …

 

the seashore ***** bowhead to mom

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December 12th 2013  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: Girdhar Mishra  |  604 views

Shri hari The Seashore The wind near seashore is totally different from the ordinary wind flow in our northern plains. I was enjoying this wind, near Mahalaxmi temple which is situated in Chennai on seashore of Indian ocean. Sea was spraying little salty drops of water on my face and i was trying to measure the dimensions of sea through my little eyes…and sea was teaching me lessons of being broad, energetic and motivated. “Can you order tea for us…my son?” My mom asked me, sitting on a nearby bench. …

 

‘To Sweden, bar love.’ Part 3

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December 12th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Other  |  Author: Daryl  |  590 views

Blue, green and red neon lights pulsated above, mingling in a Technicolor dream. The dancers ranged in age from “Too-young-to-know-better” to those obviously trying to get their ‘groove back’. Smoke machines cast the scene in a thick white blanket, hiding the feverish, sweaty couples from the prying eyes of their immediate neighbours. The music boomed, shaking the floor with its bass. I had her hand in mine and another on her hip. She was facing away, but I could tell she was enjoying herself. We were participating in that age-old courtship ritual …

 

Be positive

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December 15th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author: Girdhar Mishra  |  914 views

SHRIHARI ‘B +VE’ The stomach ache of Krissh was not as painful as his boredom was. He was admitted in hospital due to infection in his stomach and there was no one around to cheer him up as he was living in a hostel away from his home…and he did not inform to his family as he didn’t want to let them bother about his sickness. Krissh was staring a fan from his bed on that boring evening….. When a girl was carried and laid on a bed just next …

 

The Bickford County Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest

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December 20th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love , Tragedy  |  Author: geedda  |  906 views

The Bickford County Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest… Evan Goodjohn Mabel Frost, the only girl entered in the Bickford County Seed Spitting Contest, sat eating a slice of fresh cut, juicy watermelon on a picnic table on the fairgrounds periphery. Mabel was a pretty girl with two braided pigtails hanging precariously over her slender shoulders. Her freckles, blemishes she abhorred, covered her face giving her the appearance of a young Doris Day. The boys entered in the contest liked Mabel, thought the girl was, well, cute, but Mabel wasn’t ready for …

 

I … From Heaven

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December 31st 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Philosophical  |  Author: ashish negi  |  1149 views

    When I was child… I was simple, truthful, and full of affection or you can say what a usual child is supposed to be. My greatest quote to believe was “to eat and to sleep”. I was demanding but my all desires were easy to be fulfilled by my surrounding. I had a friend circle with whom I used to play around. I had another special friend with whom I used to roam around; it was my grandfather, who was most learned man in the world for me. …