I am an aspiring writer, currently working on poems and short stories and trying to get my thriller/suspense manuscript completed. https://www.facebook.com/krishna.ahir https://www.instagram.com/author.krishna/
I wanted to throw up, my arm was a mass of skin and bone, I wanted to throw up, my arm was a mass of skin and bone,
A letter to a beloved A letter to a beloved
As much as it pains me to say the following it's a sad truth, feminism has put females on the podium As much as it pains me to say the following it's a sad truth, feminism has put f...
The story speaks about the memories behind a picture. The story speaks about the memories behind a picture.
There are strings in my hair. I can feel them move. Wiggle.... There are strings in my hair. I can feel them move. Wiggle....
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless... It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless...
Death stood before her. His black cape rippling in the wind... Death stood before her. His black cape rippling in the wind...
When the star was cut in half by him, Cyclone began to wake up. He emerged from his sleep like a new... When the star was cut in half by him, Cyclone began to wake up. He emerged from ...
A flame burst in front of the blacked-out window and there stood the creature from the book, lithe a... A flame burst in front of the blacked-out window and there stood the creature fr...
The traveller decided to wait until whoever owned the table arrived. Then she would ask them permiss... The traveller decided to wait until whoever owned the table arrived. Then she wo...