Short Story


Happiness was not something Esther was used to. She had never felt its popular comforting arms around her. She saw life as hard and grey as stone. Every day was always unkind to her. Each day leaving her with nothing…

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The Making of Beauty

Her grip got tighter and tighter. Her screams louder and louder. It seemed the rhythm of our heart beats were in sync. It seemed I could feel what she was feeling like a cardiac morse code. She started on her…

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