He said that he had stolen the purse after we had left the park and he wasn’t in the mood to return it. He said, his daughter had taught him a lesson.
Her smiling face, teary eyes and opened arms are my last memories of my grandma. I will always remember the most beloved confusion that I ever witnessed.
“I don’t know what to write” is a poem based on the current state of my mind, which is highly under the influence of Mechanical Engineering terms
She was putting on her lipstick, a bright red one on her luscious full lips, sitting in front of the mirror. She was proud of her lovely looks; she was above attractive
Short Story Unusual Experience: I don’t know from where to begin, I even don’t know what I am writing but it’s true. You are confused and so am I.
This poem is a mirror of my feelings and thinking. One night when I was sitting under the twilight night I heard some noise, I saw visions and believe me readers what I saw happened the next day.