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    The Little Gingerbread Man

    2015-09-19 NadellaSanten

    Once upon a time there was an old woman who loved baking gingerbread. She would bake gingerbread cookies, cakes, houses and gingerbread people, all decorated with chocolate and peppermint, caramel candies and colored frosting.

    She lived with her husband on…

    The Loomploy

    2015-09-19 NadellaSanten

    The loomploy population was divided into the able and the unable.


      The able could care for themselves in the darkness of the land. The cold did not freeze them for they were able to work hard and make…

    The Metro

    2015-09-20 ManindraKarki

    The discovery of a body in the Paris Metro early one morning was not particularly unusual. That it was headless sent a frisson through the sixth arrondissement, but the incident went unnoticed outside Paris.

    A Dark Brown Dog

    2015-09-20 ManindraKarki

    A child was standing on a street-corner. He leaned with one shoulder against a high board-fence and swayed the other to and fro, the while kicking carelessly at the gravel.


    2015-09-17 ManindraKarki

    I was in the rush. . . 

    The beautiful girl was in the bus. . . 

    I couldn't control my emotion. . . 

    My heart was starting to beat faster than its real function . . .  

    When i saw…

    2015-09-17 ManindraKarki

    Every people in this world are afraid of death 

    And when the death time comes it's hard to save one's breath 

    Death separates person from his/her family and friends 

    And after death person's journey of life ends


    Death doesn't…

    2015-09-19 RolishaSthapit

    When star twinkel at night

    Every body love it at first sight

    My love towards you wasnt at first sight

    but when I saw u first, my heart was delight

    when I saw you that time I wanted to talk to…

    2015-09-19 ManindraKarki

    Sitting on the railing under the tree 

    I saw the clouds moving free


    They were separating in groups 

    Moving like army troops


    I could only do was to stare 

    As scene of moving clouds are rare



    2016-01-16 Tirth RajBhatt

    Still hunts me dearly