Writing

A smart bit on a small group of actors who not only make a living Acting, but completely understands what the word means.

A pom about a long bus ride.

We all grow old, I have always wondered what I might think when I look at myself at a later age.

In this chapter an investigator starts to investigate about these horrible incidents which occur few days ago...

The snow fell softly- Scattering over the ground, Cold, hard, bare as bone. A calloused land, firm as stone, And gazed upon by a man alone. A moo..

Illustration by a dear friend.

A child's innocent soul had doomed us all

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