waves

Waves – Prologue

kundanpaudel
Fiction
888
I look at her face as we sit on the boardwalk's concrete lining. I don't remember her being any more beautiful or, in that case, any less. Those big brown eyes were hiding behind her thick brown hair catching m... Read More...
dreamer part 3

Dreamer – Part 3

bhaskardhakal
Fiction
907
‘So where is my guide taking me today?’ she showed some concerns.   ‘Any special place you want to visit, madam?’ I tried to impress her.   ‘I’d like to eat first. I am really hungry’ came... Read More...
dreamer part 2

Dreamer – Part 2

bhaskardhakal
Fiction
893
What?? An invitation to join her? Seriously. Her? I was dazzled. A beautiful girl in the public park invites you to join her. Who wants to say no?   I nodded and seated some meters away from her mat.... Read More...

Dreamer – Part 1

bhaskardhakal
Fiction
1324
I was nearly there at the pinnacle of the world. 8,848 meters seemed some inches away. It was quite an achievement. I could finally smile with the snow eaten lips. No, they didn’t hurt but gave me the impressio... Read More...
distortion

Sexy Distortion

bhawanashrestha
Women
1727
 'To be, or not to be' How precisely and wonderfully Shakespeare presented the soliloquy of a man in his play Hamlet. I wonder if he had ever tried portraying a woman's dilemma in such an eloquent manner... Read More...
rave

Rant and Rave

Flummoxed Fantasist
Fiction
1749
Mystified glares seep down. Eyes to veins, the circulation in lines and circles. Arc that portrays the curve of her hands drunk in adrenaline. The inclination of golden beams in yellow and orange speaking of un... Read More...
awakening

Awakening

abish
Non-Fiction
1054
For some reason, every argument people make seem so childish to me now. Gone are the days when I used to argue. People who used to be around me will probably be shocked by the fact that I will not debate abo... Read More...
breathing

Lifeless Breathing

bhaskardhakal
Non-Fiction
919
The big enticing artistic clock hanging on the wall is singing its same old tic-tic song. It is never tired of that melody which has already irritated me from some time. A slight amount of sunlight from the gig... Read More...
child

Happy Child

Flummoxed Fantasist
Fiction
1062
Drizzle drazzle, little drops Slow in turn and little curves Little of tickle Little of touch Drizzle drazzle, little drops Slow in tickle, slow in touch. Far-far away on a bridge engulfed in ... Read More...
mountain

The Mountain ~ That’s Mine

Sweta
Fiction
1752
Close your eyes and tell me what did you see?  Blackout. I saw nothing. Then I tried it again- something black and dark started to get accumulated around my chest and it took the form of a huge black, dark, ... Read More...