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We came with bare hands, we will leave with bare hands. Even though we have owned a kingdom of wealthy, nothing we can take with us when the time comes. The more kindness we leave behind, the more harmony we have in our world. Happiness is he who is content !

It's a story about two lovers Nick and Eva who mistakely plant a cursed tree in their house and now they find out that the tree can engulf humans. Find out what they do.

This was a fiction exercise that I did while in class. Please let me know how you think the short story is! I would appreciate some feedback! Thanks!

I used to wonder how Pixar came out with such great movies, year after year. Then, I found out a normal Pixar film takes six years to develop, and most of that time is spent on the story.

Johnny is the front man for one of the world's largest rock bands. He manages his role well. However, the tiny details that make life monotonous grind away at him, only relieved by the sweet oblivion heroin provides. At one of the largest shows of his life, Johnny has a conversation with his girlfriend that doesn't end well. Trying to juggle the pressure of fronting the massively successful band, keep it together even though his drummer had slept with his girlfriend, and keep a hold on his own

Five Years Passed. Again It Was Summer. Mostyn With His Wife And His Only Child, Richard, Jr., Lived In The Mitchell Mansion, Which, Save For A New Coat Of Paint, Was Unchanged. Mostyn Himself Was Considerably Altered In Appearance. There Were Deeper Lines In His Face; He Was Thinner, More Given To Nervousness And Loss Of Sleep; His Hair Was Turning Gray; He Had Been Told By His Doctor That He Worried Too Much And That He Must Check The Tendency.

Many years ago a young princess, called Viola, was taken from her family by her evil stepmother and her brother, who had just before that killed her father, the King. This had all occurred in a big affair causing the deaths of many soldiers and townspeople. Viola was then taken through very dark forests and past an extremely unpleasant lake that is only known as the lake of grief. It took them numerous days to get to the, now Queen’s, palace where Viola was then thrown into a filthy dungeon to

For Sarayu, it was really a struggle to thrash out a mindset that the Indian society encouraged. With none at your side to support both morally or financially, you must have a heart like a rock that stands unmoved on a stormy night.

This is a couple of drabbles I wrote from randomness. I know they suck, but you never get better until you keep trying right? Comments and constructive critism is always accepted! Thanks!