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Tell Me a Story

The orange sun was slowly setting behind the woods across the road from our farm. I stood beside a strawberry patch as my mother picked berries. 787 more words



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Once someone said
how are you dead
she gloomily cried
Alas! I am a girl child.

She had so much adhesion… 111 more words

Life Is - What We Make It

Once a Thief

Novembers in Toledo were dark and dreary. This saturday in particular was no different. Temperatures had fallen from crisp to crap it’s friggin FREEZING. Dark clouds and high winds had settled over our city for the season. 710 more words


how much does it cost?

kinders baking in the spring kitchen. 

“the price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”

-henry david thoreau


आज़ादी मांगता है ये मन.

Wanted to live in a world of peace where no one can take charge of my life except me.

Prerna Mehrotra Gupta


Books I Never Read As A Child/Teen

I grew up primarily in a household we’re if you read a book, you were the weird one, so there were certain books that I missed out on and just never read as as child or teenager. 754 more words