Adela Muresan : Writing

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A Chapter by Adela Muresan


Selections were roaming on the corridors, while Min Kein Aa Ma Rost was being carried by four white weavers to the Member’s section. She felt he..
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A Chapter by Adela Muresan


Selections were roaming on the corridors, while Min Kein Aa Ma Rost was being carried by four white weavers to the Member’s section. She felt he..
Ripped

Ripped

A Story by Adela Muresan


About the cruelty of something we can�t repress.
Silver necklace

Silver necklace

A Poem by Adela Muresan


Another love poem.
In the silence

In the silence

A Poem by Adela Muresan


Funny how many things stay hidden�in the silence.
Little bottle of poison

Little bottle of poison

A Poem by Adela Muresan


Just an opinion.
Ununderstood

Ununderstood

A Poem by Adela Muresan


Not the best sad poem I�ve written� but I had to put my ideas down.
The guitar groan

The guitar groan

A Poem by Adela Muresan


Here�s to Lake of tears- Spining around
Human nature

Human nature

A Story by Adela Muresan


You ay think I�m a ho, because I write naughty stuff but I would be incredibly egoistic to keep it to myself. Here�s a story a..
Desert rose

Desert rose

A Poem by Adela Muresan


a reflection