Short Story (7) He is sitting in this tub , with a weed roll in this hand, this depressed face is just staring at the wall.. His brain was thinking of everything that he has been through with people.. As those black tears were running on his cheek. And those red tears running on his arms.. Where the cuts that he ran the blades on.. People judged him, mistreated him . Used him.. Yet all he did was giving

Short Story (6) Look around you. The way everyone is holding their phones and they dont even sit together when they gather, whats the point of gathering anyways? Let me tell you alittle story A man who was walking the road, his face was burried in his phone texting his friends ; while he was passing the street he didnt move his eyes out of his phone screen, he kept walking . And he safely passed the road. While there was a beautiful woman behind him picking up the items that fell from her bags. That man met his friends, and they didnt spend alot of time together but on their phones. And the day ended this way. Think about it Lets rewind the time. Where that man was walking without looking into his phone. And that woman's bag fell... He had to bend down and help her take her number. And get to know her. Then he meets his friends where they spend time joking and laughing and spending time together, oh and that man would tell his friends about this girl , that maybe one day he will introduce her to his friends... Maybe one day , they would end up married

My Dear Diary (3) Jan 7th, 2015 Dear Diary, I love my room! Just as mother promised it is similiar to my room in america; i think its even better. Its night now and since i changed the continent , night here in pherannia. Is morning in america.. Thats why i am wide awake. The day wasnt so bad actually, the city didnt seem too poor , there are people who you could see . they have hard times with #life, i really wish i could help them. Mother told me that she helps several family here, it was weird how does she help several family if we cant afford living in america ; but as always mama has an explination. An american dollor is 15 phers .. Thats their money, its called phers. The country doesnt have anything special , no special color or mosque like torque, or special clothes like india. They are just living like that. Its just dead.. But overall it was nice watching a new country. We now live in a compound called golf city. I like it very much. I wanna get to know to my neighbors, i heard there are some girls and boys my age . Everything i expected is gone ! I thought it could be alot worst than that i talked to some my friends , they are wondering how is it here. I hope to see more now

Short Story (5) Its annoying how our backs were facing eachother.. This rarely happens, but i feel guilty making her mad, i love her so much i dont want to hurt her a bit. It wasnt worth a fight .. I could have just calmed it down, but you know married couples have to fight. Anyways ill turn around and place a small kiss on her shoulder .. Maybe that will do . "I love you " she said It touched my heart

Short Story (4) I am staying in this very small motel room, just looking at the mirror .. Looking at myself , thinking "How did i get to this level.. How could i do such a mistake. I was blind ... Blind by his love ; though he gave me everything but he took it all away again" Tears were running on my cheek, my eyes closed for a moment. Then i opened it again, as i see all those scars on my stomach , and my arms .. I lived with the man who took me away from home , from my family promising me the world... But he gave me nothing but pain