The Shining Star
A bud, a rose, a beautiful flower, Here comes the beauty of a shining star Oh hey! come let me show you the path To
a coven of creative characters
A bud, a rose, a beautiful flower, Here comes the beauty of a shining star Oh hey! come let me show you the path To
“You should publish this!” Reza stated as Frieda engaged herself in sorting her crisp cotton sarees neatly. “Nopes!” Frieda replied as she hung a starched
SixPens Tale- 2 It had been ten years since those haunting aliens were last encountered and their nefarious plans of invasion had created a state
As the sun shines through my window in the midst of the morning glow, my cravings look for a binge in the side of the
SixPens Tale- 1 Version 1 The last time I saw him, he was brooding over his coffin. The droop of the shoulders was like the
There was a knock on my door. I opened it and he was there. Vitaglobulus citorotatus ambulocanthus brutum. I did not know that before, but
H., the famous fishing magnate, who supplied fish to the gourmet chefs in town, and made the palates of pescatarians pulse with delight, walked towards
Tonight is my last in prison. Tomorrow at first light I will be executed. I am accused of the heinous crime of uxoricide and condemned
she who makes my heart flutter like flames & butterfly wings in her smile has my soul found the eternal sunshine of life the warm
It was that time of the year. Steffi flipped the page on her desk calendar. Today morning was going to be a test of her perseverance.
Every evening we used to walk in the park, but today he was not there. Instead, I found a note written in his calligraphic hand
On a late Sunday afternoon, five friends gathered at the Professor’s house for their customary meeting. They held their Sunday confab like clockwork since their
I went wandering all alone Like a river through a vale I lay somewhere like a stone A leaf grown yellow and pale Days passed
Some proclaimed me insane. Others called me an old man with nothing else to do than spin tall tales. But what I shall tell you
It was a strange year, of dark suns and light rains, when unholy clouds swarmed in the ultramarine expanse of tortuous skies. The air was
He told me all the time “We have to get out of here.” I knew him since childhood; we were best friends. We grew up
There came a time in the life of Alpheus when he announced to his friend, “We have to get out of here.” His friend, as
The evening was beautiful. The brilliant sun perfectly framed between ponderosa pine trees was at its usual magnificence as it beamed the last rays of
Let me tell you about the man-child I met at the park. I call him the man-child because he looked like a boy, but spoke
1 AM in the morning. Casper wakes up to find Cornelia; his wife is not asleep beside him. He hears faint unfamiliar voices downstairs. He