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We Few
We few --No. No, we are many. We are strong. We are not pitiable. We stand here today, few in number but strong in will -- That’s better. From the top.We stand here today, few in number but strong in will. We do not desire any unneeded violence. I make my -- Sorry. We make our stand for equality, for our rights. Did I say stand twice? Oh no, I’m being too redundant. Should I be writing this down? I lost my notes so long ago.I shouldn’t dwell. I’m wasting time. The static is waning…The people here have suffered at the hands of greed. We are starving, homeless, cold. This is how it is, this is w...
Misfortunate Brownies
Trigger warning: Includes things like death, sicknesses and lots of crying and depression. If you're sensitive to stuff like this, please don't read this. :)Ten things Toby, a lone survivor of the fire could remember that day. Only ten things.OneBrowniesHis mother's famous brownies whirled through the air. Toby flipped through an old recipe book, smoothening out the yellowed pages. "You're making brownies again?"She smiled sadly. "That's what I do when I'm stressed." she sighed, dropping the wooden spoon onto the table and fingering her wrinkles. She wistfully watched the brownies in the oven,...
Sunsets in the Karoo
The small bird knew it was nearly time to go. He could feel it in his bones. Every morning was a little colder than the one before and the days were getting shorter. He knew he would soon start his journey north to a warmer place. He had done this so many times before but this time he knew would be his last time. The years had gotten away from him and he was an old bird now.He looked out at the sight that spread itself out in front of him. It was perfect, wide open spaces that had nothing to hide. It was welcoming and free. He loved this place, and it had become his home. The people in the lit...
I'll miss you.
Rabia was only five years old when her father moved to Allahabd city. He was a government officer. Rabia lost her mother during her birth. Her father didn’t want to marry another woman for he loved her so much. She was an adorable girl. She resamples her mother in all aspects. Her mother fellwww.onedoor.cc in love with his father when she was at the college. Unfortunately, she couldn’t live longer to see her daughter growing up. She left her so early. Her father had a tough time to bring up Rabia. Mr. Danish, (Rabia’s Father) preferred to keep her at home and hire a female tutor for homeschooling. He didn’...