Writing

This is a fantastic story about a person who finds themselves on a train with no memory of how they…

Hua was thinking about buying a big softshell turtle to cook for her husband Ping when she spotted a seafood…

To have more, we must strive for the Source and feed from It. And only then will we be able…

Little free libraries: mini libraries open to all, where anyone can leave, borrow, or take a book. An invitation to…

Skrik Foreign bodiesin mymouth,mouthripsthese lipsjoyously–––––––––––––––rstuvwxyz–––––––––––––––speakI can’tthenI don’t exist,I cannot,well, I don’t existand that’s a really weird twist.  L’urlo Corpi estraneinella…

Trust The vulture is a bird of prey of the hawk family. The kite is a migratory bird, but some…

This is a story about the journey of dreamers in their dreams. A story of lonely souls searching for the…

It was a dark, quiet night as Raj stepped out of his car, the cool breeze rustling the leaves in…

Like more than 150 others, these love pieces are inspired by and thus devoted to my long-lost but recently refound…

Niko loved supermarket lines. It wasn’t so when Niko arrived at the U.S. as an engineer for an automaker plant.…

Ming was over the moon when he began to attend senior high school in New Rivermouth, the county seat of…

andagainandagainrepeat thesame oldand same oldandsame old.Well, its called livingain’t it? Mehdi Hasan. Life

Mildred had been complaining about the journey since the beginning. She came out of the kitchen on a Wednesday evening…

Clouds, sunsets and starry nights. Wasting hours and hours with our minds empty just looking at the sky. As we…

How did I sleep? Badly, as far as Gaza is from here, I could hear the cries from children without…

I would like to tell you a story. It started like a game. Perhaps like a mistake. Or rather, I…

So he said, “You will never be the same.”Sure I won’t. Murder is something that changes you deep inside your…

43 yearshe’s seen it alltasted joyfelt kindnessfought warsembraced despair, chaos, hatred,defeat.had triumphlooking back, a smile appearsis there anything left ?then…

©Antonis Giakoumakis SeaLand Outfaceshapes,formationsof the sealandand the sky.Colors and lightin a hug. The seas of poets,wordsunexpectedly.Land of the peoplecursedpoor landplowed…

On the morning of October 28th, my brother drove us to Mayuhe, the forest farm on the southern bank of…