In the great kingdom of Magadhat there were three good friends. They grew up together and spent all their childhood in each other’s company.
Vikram was so taken aback that he forgot what his next move was supposed to be. Moving out of his frozen state, he picked up his large bag and entered.
This is where I change my life. I faked my death and hid for 20 years and when the people didn’t recognize my face anymore I change my identity.
A funny story of a thief. A hilarious night that began with panic, ultimately dissolved in a pleasing morning. The night was a tunnel that connected pugna-city and feli-city.
“Whoa,” he said in a hoarse voice as the ring glimmered. David’s throat had gone dry, his heart thudding against his ribs. His mind went blank .
Even as the cashier opened the safe and emptied its contents, wads of currency and jewellery, Morgan saw in his peripheral vision a slight movement on the floor
Editor’s Choice: Patience. That’s the key. It’d been too long since he’d had a good night’s rest. Three months of research, of planning, of stalking. All for this day.
Poem on Jester: The purple-faced Jester commonly known as Mister Hester,Blasts through a red light after his pester,There is a little burden the one of proof