Classical
My Mother's Body
I never saw his mother's body after her death. A man on the other line asked me if I wanted to — if they had to delay the cremation so that I could drive two and a half hours up the coast to where he was lying in the morgue. It is pale and has bright red cherry angiomas, on its sides with purple stripes of many kidney transplants and its arms have old red tubes where the tremors made him itch, and I could see it was enough with my mother's body alive.
By Anisha dahal4 years ago in Fiction
ELEANOR.
Hawkshead was Eleanor's favourite place in the world. This opinion was a little farfetched seeing as it was the only place she had ever known save for Bibury, the bustling trade town where her mother's family lived up North. In fact, she hated Bibury. It was far too noisy and crowded even in winter. Hawkshead was cosy and quiet. It was one of those small towns where everybody knew everybody. Its tiny cottages with neatly trimmed edges were simply delightful. In autumn, the cobbled streets would be filled with fallen leaves which had turned the reddish-brown shade she loved. Her own home, which forever smelt faintly of her mother's baking even when she wasn't doing so would always hold fond memories for her. It was a large house and she often wondered how her mother always managed to keep it so clean. She remembered playing with her two sisters, Charlotte and Olivia in the garden while they were much younger. But very soon, she might have to leave and the very thought made her heart ache.
By Two Siblings4 years ago in Fiction
Past Mistake
Georg waited patiently at Tiergarten, a park in the center of Berlin, hidden in a maple tree and a plane near the zoo. It was the first time in February 1933 and he felt a pang of joy and fear coming. Soon their plan would succeed, but in the meantime, the most dangerous part was coming.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
Biomagnification
Aric rode on white horses, in harbors, and in the mountains, in chariots, and in chariots. He wore fine and poor clothing, farmers' hats, and tradesmen's trousers. He is always moving, always hiding. If Others had heard how far he had traveled and why he would have died. They did not. Three months after his departure, he arrived in a ruined city, where no one was allowed to work.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
After the Earthquake
After the quake, Steven drove to his grandmother's house to check on her. He realized that the damage was serious when he walked in the door. The entrance tiles were filled with vivid memories — the hospital week, his grandfather's deep breathing, the funeral service in the rain. The brilliant light of memories was filled with fragments of broken glass.
By Rajya laxmi4 years ago in Fiction
Comrades !!!
I was remaining solitary at the transport stand going to Colaba. Before the Worli ocean face, the ocean of Bombay was cleaning up, sitting tight for the morning to completely sprout. The ocean pakhi was going all over with the waves, moaning on his chest. On the far-spread ocean, where Matiala was noticeable, a few boats remaining there resembled pictures. All of a sudden the breeze, which was playing with the morning, came in my ear and said, 'The transport going to Colaba is coming sss.'
By Prince Singh4 years ago in Fiction
Sangura's Faith
(Shemira) Many have offered to do this Shemira for you my Amadeus. They say it is not good that I am the Shomeret for my own husband. But who could do this better than I, your wife?! I loved when you introduced me to someone, you'd say " This is my Sangura". I love you Amadeus, and since I don't know when I'll see you again. I will stay and talk to you until the Cheva Kadisha come for your body.
By Qa'id Ali Harris4 years ago in Fiction
THE BATMAN Review
The personality of Batman has been inseparable from film since the time he showed up in Tim Burton's take of the Caped Crusader back in the last part of the 80s. It is not difficult to say that the person will be for all time a staple in cinemas, yet many would contend that no film has genuinely caught what makes the extraordinary so incredible on the comic book boards. As of recently. Burton's interpretation of the person was considerably more silly, Nolan's was more practical and grounded truly stripping endlessly any of the awesome components of the person. Matt Reeves noir spine chiller film feels like it is straight torn from the pages of numerous comic book fans' adored stories. Reeves portrayal of Gotham feels invigorated, and startling in its smelly and grumpy wrongdoing filled roads. It obviously draws motivation from "The Long Halloween" and "A dead zone", two stories that were inexactly utilized even in Nolan's set of three. Some might pick apart how every emphasis of Batman has gotten hazier and more obscure, however the person and the world he possesses should be nearer to what in particular Reeves has created with this film for it to genuinely work.
By Thasleem Ahmed4 years ago in Fiction
