Indite : Writing

A magic called LOVE

A magic called LOVE

A Story by Indite


The melody of the guitar wasn't as soothing as the sound of his voice, The flock of birds flying at sunset weren't as beautiful as his shimmering eyes..
The undying death

The undying death

A Poem by Indite


I wanna lay Peacefully, beneath the tall trees And the wild bushesIn the most comfortable bed of earth.Wrapped in the warmth of the fine soil. All aro..
It's been three years

It's been three years

A Story by Indite


In three years time, you’re standing at the crossroads when you see her.She’s got a brown leather bag hanging off one shoulder, and a pear..