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/Share with friends
I wanted to throw up, my arm was a mass of skin and bone,
Submitted on 26 Nov, 2019 at 08:51 AM
As much as it pains me to say the following it's a sad truth, feminism has put females on the podium
Submitted on 21 Nov, 2019 at 07:29 AM
The story speaks about the memories behind a picture.
Submitted on 11 Oct, 2019 at 14:33 PM
There are strings in my hair. I can feel them move. Wiggle....
Submitted on 27 Sep, 2019 at 17:36 PM
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless...
Submitted on 27 Sep, 2019 at 17:30 PM
Death stood before her. His black cape rippling in the wind...
Submitted on 27 Sep, 2019 at 17:25 PM
When the star was cut in half by him, Cyclone began to wake up. He emerged from his sleep like a newborn, perhaps he rem...
Submitted on 25 Sep, 2019 at 06:39 AM
A flame burst in front of the blacked-out window and there stood the creature from the book, lithe arms wrapped around a...
Submitted on 25 Sep, 2019 at 06:34 AM