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When Aya just died.
Everyone always thought of May to be the most beautiful sister.
Well we were all deceived; Aya was.
She had managed to hide it just like all what she used to hide from us. There was a tiny tricky point to it: Aya was not pretty at all, to be frank she wasn't even sexy, just legendarily beautiful for she herself was the legend.
Anu, our silent trouble making brother, was the first one at home to have figured it out but honestly he was for sure not the one to run around the house yelling: "Aya is damn beautiful and Erich tries his best to ignore it!"
Erich is actually our grandparents' cousin who is brought up in Florida, where he still liv
The Hymne of Forgotten Stories
Not really far away and not that long ago, once there was a place for all the forgotten stories. They would all gather there and try to keep each other company. There were all kinds of stories: myths, legends, fairy tales, epic, drama, tragedy, horror, history, finished and unfinished stories etc. The stories spent so much time together and got so close that they started affecting each other. Some got mixed together making up new stories, some unfinished storied merged into other ones, some even tried to complete others. And so the stories were kept busy for a long time this way.
The stories were celebrating a huge party that night, all drin
On My Streets
I know a place, where every chest bears an untold 1001 nights, in tears, in blood.
I know that place far too well,
I know exactly how and where those stories are hiding
I know the silenced voice to tell each of them
I know the heavy load on each chest
I know a place, where people sleep at night at the sound of their loudest nightmares
I have known it for long
Starting right after my birth.
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More