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I am a writer. Words are my tool. The great world beyond my raw material and a blank page my mortal enemy and best friend. I can make worlds out of nothingness, take you on an adventure and occasionally even make you laugh. But writing is a solitary and isolating exercise. Even with all these…
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Anger As the chemo nuked her, she thought of the times she had not allowed herself to express her anger. But it had found another way. Fear Failed to succeed? Or succeeded to fail? Only fear could make sense of an equation where failure equaled success.
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Over the twenty-seven years of my existence, I have gathered precious nuggets of wisdom from my father (aka the Toothless Dinosaur) and I have decided you will benefit from this share. It is of course completely up to you how you choose to receive this information. I received it in all seriousness.
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Looking in the mirrorI saw an image that did not belong to meThere stood a young girlWith a smile on her face, stars in her eyesAnd the world at her feet.Who are you I asked a little perturbedShe looked familiar but still so different.
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So I am tall. In medical terms it means I am 179 cm and most nurses have to climb onto stools to be able to measure my height properly – it is 99% possible my height in numbers is incorrect, In English that’s about 5′ 10″ and, In Indian, it means I won’t find a…
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So I knew what Alexa was, I was informed of its significance while working at an agency, but I didn’t bother with it till I started to read about My Friend Alexa Season 1 on Blogchatter’s timeline and how successful, etc. it was. I got curious and when I get curious…oh well let’s just say…
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DoorThe door must hold…that order lost him the war. The door indeed held – held while the troops were slaughtered, as they tried to break free. PyreAnd as the sun rose, he returned to his empty bed and she walked away from her funeral pyre to return to the light above.
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