For she had love, and that would compensate for anything that she didn’t have. If kissing him again would mean waiting for another fifteen years, she was ready to wait.
Twenty-two novice inmates inhabited the accelerating prison bus. All were shackled securely and watched by the vigilant eyes of four guards.
In the eyes of world, I am a culprit. But deep down I know that I am a victim, caught by the venomous fangs of an unseen enemy.I had life once, now I have life sentence.
He was born and raised on the streets. He knew all the hiding places, the shortcuts, the dead ends. The soldiers didn’t though.
Today seemed like a normal day until I received a call from the police department that Hilary, my dear sister was sexual assaulted by a man
Eden is inculpated for Casca’s murder and is sent away to a prison in Bristol. He vows to prove himself innocent and return for his love.
“Shamed be, he who thinks evil of it” I started murmuring and realizing my future, I turned to my cell-mate, the melancholy imprisoned poet
I was living this life of solitude when Meera entered my life. She wasn’t beautiful on the outside, but I saw her beauty on the inside
Story of the Month Apr’13: Following diary entry is from a day of a man who has been ill for a long time. His illness is not known neither his background. The judgement of his character are up to readers
David was a young man living in London .He was religious,simple and single. He worked in a Store and earned 2000$ in a month.One Day he met his friend named James