Still the same

In response to Kat’s twittering tale # 112, to tell a story in 280 characters or less for this picture prompt. Their fingers got interlocked. "Jen,I presume we were 9" "When?" "The first time I held your hand,it's special" She stared. "Yes,for it's the first memory you've regained" Tears raced down. "The magic in your... Continue Reading →

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Wisdom marks

Stories of love and war Thrived the sands of time with marks of wisdom On soul and skin

Traces #1 – Coddler of my soul

The darkened clouds and the rainbow hues thrived hundred lightnings. The weather gave a different feel that year. A year that is remarkable to me for two reasons. One, it was when I entered my college days. Two, it marked a great transition in me. A crowd of enthusiastic minds at late teens assembled together... Continue Reading →

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