Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
It’s my birthday and still working. Few of my friends called and few left texts. And am happy that at least they remember my birthday…but sad that the one whom I expected to call didn’t even leave a text.
I can’t take my mind off her. Everything reminds about her. The rain, she loved rain. She loved the smell of the soil. I miss her so much.
Short Story of a Mother and Daughter: The table near the window stood with photographs of a little girl and a young woman and then a teenage gal showing off her trophy
Love Short Story: You can tell me your dreams I can’t promise to make them come true, but I’ll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through.
Love Short Story: You know you’re in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won’t laugh at you. When you can see their face
Article on Loneliness: I don’t think many understand what Loneliness is. They think you are alone you feel lonely, maybe they do, but I don’t mean that
Love Short Story: The day started with a text from a friend actually gal and a friend.. no sarcastic smiles please because strictly she is my friend just a friend.
