By Mona Bapat The cool breeze strokes his face and engulfs his entire being like a hug. Stepping onto the cool grass with his bare…
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Category: Writer’s Corner
By Patricia Hopper There were four of us in our house not including my mother and father, a house that was attached to three other…
by Mona Bapat I was once in a talent competition that included both adults and children competing with each other. After my performance, while I…
by Edwina Pendarvis The loveliest always gets away,diamonds, glittering in her footprints,fall behind her like a wedding veil. The bluest beard of the slyest villainis…
By Jenna Lapointe On my way to the campsite I saw a man sitting under an otherwise empty pavilion though it was his bright yellow…
By Aimee Hoffer I am a judgy curmudgeon, one of many. We are not a rare breed. There are judgy curmudgeons in every neighborhood in…