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Golden Arches

Golden Arches

A Poem by Joe Palmer


The golden arches Tell-tale sign of the modern beast The poisonously addictive starches Lure us back, it’s time to feast. ..
I, Wilobee, there. (Willow Bee)

I, Wilobee, there. (Willow Bee)

A Story by Teanpa


You are the wind. Stopping, but never staying. Coming, but always going. Wrecking, but never checking.
The First Thunderstorm

The First Thunderstorm

A Story by Tushar Shukla


“You really think so?”, asked Mary to her best friend Aliza,a girl with a cute morning smile, beautiful red, curly locksand glittering blu..