Literary Colonel
Someone who is entirely in love with words and the alternate universe it creates.
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Iyra stood looking at him, her tiny hands grasped tightly around the metal bars of the window.
Submitted on 06 Sep, 2020 at 05:46 AM
. Therefore, I was not surprised when mom restricted me from swimming towards the surface.
Submitted on 27 May, 2020 at 12:10 PM
As I crossed the street on the way to work, red roses glared at me for almost all the s
Submitted on 13 Feb, 2020 at 12:41 PM
The artist chuckled on hearing her words and dabbed his hands on a tissue.
Submitted on 25 Jan, 2020 at 07:59 AM
As the pianist finally finished his recital, he was greeted with a standing ovation lasting for a few minutes.
Submitted on 21 Oct, 2019 at 15:01 PM
Viren reached out to the umbrella and folded it. He saw the raindrops dripping down her face and the strands of her hair...
Submitted on 07 Jul, 2019 at 17:20 PM
The poem shows the story of a pen and the scattered papers.
Submitted on 02 Jun, 2019 at 15:17 PM
I’m not really sure whether her tired eyes conveyed the agony about a life spent battling a deadly disease or her longin...
Submitted on 19 Apr, 2019 at 03:51 AM
